Blood Remembers — Hammerhold | Dwarven Power Metal

Down in the hall of the dead, a dwarf reads the names of his forefathers carved in the granite — and feels them rise at his shoulder. "Blood Remembers" is Hammerhold's anthem of ancestry and lineage: every oath the fathers swore, every wall they manned, every kingdom they dug from the dark is the pride a dwarf wears and the shield he carries into the fight. This is the dwarven road — handed down from the dead to the living, and on to the sons who'll swear the same oath in turn. 🎵 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 — Down in the hall of the dead, where the torchlight burns low, I read the names in the granite by the firelight's glow. A thousand of them, row on row, who walked here long before — and not one of them is silent; not one is gone for sure. The first of them was a digger who broke the mountain wide, who swore he'd raise a kingdom in the cold and the dark inside. He never saw the towers, but he laid the floor of stone — and every hall I stand in, his two hands have made my own. And I have read their oaths aloud, I know them all by heart — the vows they cut in iron before the world tore them apart. They are not dust beneath me; they are pillars in the deep — and the promises they swore are mine to carry and to keep. All they ever forged, all they ever won — is the pride that I am wearing, is the work that I go on! Every oath they swore, every wall they manned — Blood remembers! Blood remembers! It's the shield within my hand! A hundred years from this stone floor, a smith stood at the breach, held the gate alone all night with nothing left to teach but how a single stubborn heart can turn a falling tide — they buried him with honor, and his hammer's at my side. So let the long road darken, let the cold winds bite the bone — I have never walked a single step of any path alone. For every name in the granite is a torch against the night, and the dead march at my shoulder when I rise to stand and fight. All they ever forged, all they ever won — is the pride that I am wearing, is the work that I go on! Every oath they swore, every wall they manned — Blood remembers! Blood remembers! It's the shield within my hand! When my arms grow heavy and my courage runs thin, I lay my hand on the stone and I feel them within — the weight of a thousand who would not bow down... and they lift up my head like a king takes his crown! We remember! We remember! Every name, every vow! All they ever forged, all they ever won — is the pride that I am wearing, is the work that I go on! Every oath they swore, every wall they manned — Blood remembers! Blood remembers! It's the shield within my hand! This is the road my fathers cut — the only road I've known. I will guard the names they left me and I will add my own. And when at last they carve me in the deep beside the rest — my sons will swear the oath I swore, and put it to the test! This is the dwarven road — it carries on from here! Blood remembers! Blood remembers! As the fathers swore — so the sons shall swear! #dwarvenmetal #powermetal #folkmetal #fantasymusic #epicmetal #ancestors #Hammerhold