We dug our holes and opened caves

Horrible goblins we harvested as if they were harvests

The day has now arrived for the harvest

In the land where rivers silver the guts.

The stones hide clean metal like water

Streams that sparkle in the light from the torch

With the jealousy of the sun and the light of day not to enter

In the land where rivers silver the guts.

Hammers now shall ring, to strike the mithril

We dwarves will work with mithril from the earth

We are good craftsmen, but art requires patience

In the land where rivers silver the guts.

Gods of the dwarves, we make a warm prayer to you

To make orcs and tax collectors vanish forever from the earth

Because the day has arrived for the harvest

In the land where rivers silver the guts.