Song of the Caverns by Clamavi de Profundis (Patreon)

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Please check out our Patreon page! We are very grateful for your support of our music! https://www.patreon.com/clamavideprofundis Apple Music/iTunes Link: Coming Soon! Amazon Link: Coming Soon! Spotify Link: Coming Soon! Help support our channel! Get our logo on shirts, mugs, phone cases and more! https://goo.gl/552Hev Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/ClamaviDe We greatly appreciate our viewers and thank you all for your support of our music! "Song of the Caverns" is a commissioned original dwarven themed song with lyrics written by our Patron David North for his book "Astral Threads," the fourth book in his Guardian of Aster Fall series. We hope you enjoy it:) The link to David's book is here: https://smile.amazon.com/Astral-Threads-Guardian-Aster-Fall-ebook/dp/B0B4KQYS3K/ We composed and arranged the piece. My family sang it. Please no bad language in the comments. We want this to be family friendly:) Thank you! Lyrics: Song of the Caverns: Mountains steep and quarries bright that wind down past the bones to chasms deep with ores in sight that flow beneath the stones. The earth is slow and stone is fast and forges sing this song. The drums that beat are solemn bells that tell our soul belongs. We work the stone and melt the ore and hammer the steel fair. We'll bind the earth beneath its vault in caverns vast and spare. Beneath the mountains, our song rings out in vaulted cavern halls. The sky is vast and clouds are fair on dwarven cavern walls. The gems are sleeping in the earth And long our song will last, as solemn bells ring out to us like hammers falling fast. We'll sing and swing and mine and dig until the ages pass, and stone turns dust to ash and mud where dwarven caverns last. The sky is vast and song is deep in dwarven cavern halls. The mountains fair are ten miles high on dwarven cavern walls. With ale and beer and mug in hand we'll toast the friendly skies. We see them from the deepening vast their visage fair there lies. The dwarven hall with open walls will guard the gates of morn. We’ll see the skies that open there, from molten ore we're born.