Mine Mine Mine!

Up at dawn, working 'til the night

All the day, we're on the path

Heading for the mine

Tunnels send the iron scraps steady to our home

Heavy furrows on the icy stone

Now the Dwarves in rows

Working in the mountain

Strong and restless, from afar the echo of the anvil

Forges glow with fire red against the walls

Consuming the black gloaming of the mine (la-la-la-la-la)

Make them glow (la-la-la-la-la)

Make them burn

Mining, carrying, forging, crafting smelting of the ores

It's the duty of a dwarf

Every day the dwarves arise, the dwarves arise

Heading for the mountain mine, the mountain mine

No more time to waste, we are on the way

When a mountain full of gold awaits

And we mine, mine, mine

'Til the morning light

Digging, crafting, carrying up the ores

Smelting at the forge

Nothing shall prevail o'er the gold

'Til the king and all the dwarves have come back home

Through the night, working 'til the dawn

Pickaxe ready, tight the ranks beating on the walls

Building up a dwarven realm that will never kneel

Against the rock the sparking of the steel (la-la-la-la-la)

Make them glow (la-la-la-la-la)

Make them burn

Mining, carrying, forging, crafting smelting of the ores

It's the duty of a dwarf

Every day the dwarves arise, the dwarves arise

Heading for the mountain mine, the mountain mine

No more time to waste, we are on the way

When a mountain full of gold awaits

And we mine, mine, mine

'Til the morning light

Digging, crafting, carrying up the ores

Smelting at the forge

Nothing shall prevail o'er the gold

'Til the king and all the dwarves have come back home

No more time to waste

We are on the way

Treasures concealed

Are the ones we crave

Brother, answer to our call

We rush for gold

We'll arise (rise!)

And we'll mine (mine!)

To the heart of the world

Every day the dwarves arise, the dwarves arise

Heading for the mountain mine, the mountain mine

No more time to waste, we are on the way

When a mountain full of gold awaits

And we mine, mine, mine!

'Til the morning light

Digging, crafting, carrying up the ores

Smelting at the forge

Nothing shall prevail o'er the gold

'Til the king and all the dwarves have come back home