Short-Folk — Hammerhold | Dwarven Folk Metal Anthem

The long-shanked look down their noses and smirk it — "make way for the short-folk" — the short-lived, whose whole lives run out before a dwarf-beard sweeps the floor, and the Thornwise, sneering from their white bridges though their oath was the shortest thing of all. But an anvil isn't lofty, a keystone isn't tall, and the lowest stone of any arch is what holds up the wall. "Short-Folk" is the clan's grinning answer to the slur — a stomping, fists-on-the-tables chant that throws it right back: low and proud, hard as the rock, and mountains don't walk. 🎵 Hammerhold — a fictional band of exiled dwarves who carry their lost hold's name down every road. Proud dwarven heavy metal: power/heroic anthems with a folk and shanty edge. 🔔 Subscribe and march with the clan. — Lyrics — All the long-shanked in the low-lands smirk it, looking down their nose — "make way, make way for the short-folk" — aye, that's how the jesting goes. But an anvil isn't lofty, and a keystone isn't tall, and the lowest stone of any arch is what holds up the wall. Short-folk! Low and proud! Short-folk! Shout it loud! Close to the ground and hard as the rock — come and move us — mountains don't walk! Short-folk! Stone and bone! Short-folk! The Mother Mountain's own! So the short-lived call us short-folk — there's a jest to make us roar: all their years run out and vanish ere a dwarf-beard sweeps the floor. And the Thornwise sneered so slender from their bridges white and tall — but their oath was even shorter, 'twas the shortest thing of all. Short-folk! Low and proud! Short-folk! Shout it loud! Close to the ground and hard as the rock — come and move us — mountains don't walk! Short-folk! Stone and bone! Short-folk! The Mother Mountain's own! Tall towers lean and topple, and the tall trees split and fall, and the long-shanked go down headlong when the high wind starts to squall. But you cannot tip a boulder that is bedded in the land — we were born already braced, and where we stand is where we stand. Short-folk! Low and proud! Short-folk! Shout it loud! Close to the ground and hard as the rock — come and move us — mountains don't walk! Short-folk! Stone and bone! Short-folk! The Mother Mountain's own! Short-folk! First and last! Short-folk! Holding fast! Let them laugh above our helmets — every tall thing tumbles down, but the Mother Mountain's children wear the low ground like a crown. #dwarvenmetal #folkmetal #powermetal #heavymetal #fantasymusic #Hammerhold