Teeth in the Dark — Hammerhold | Dark Dwarven Metal

Deep under the mountain, where the torchlight ends and the dark begins, something is coming — a chittering tide of red-eyed vermin boiling up out of the lowest tunnels. "Teeth in the Dark" is Hammerhold's claustrophobic tunnel-war hymn: a handful of dwarves wedged shoulder-to-shoulder in the narrow black, holding the line against a numberless swarm they can hear long before they can see it. No room to run, no light to spare — just the hammer, the brother, and the wall. They brought teeth to the dark; the dwarves answer with steel. 🎵 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 — The torches gutter low — there's a scratch on the wall, there's a red in the black, and a chitter, and a crawl. They come gnawing up hungry from the roots of the stone, and the deep wants the tunnels that we cut as our own! Down where the air goes thin and the ceiling hangs low, where you fight by the sound and you swing at the glow; ten thousand little eyes coming red through the night, and a sea of yellow teeth in the guttering light. The chittering tide is rising, it floods every floor, it gnaws at the gateposts and it screams out for more — so we wedge in the narrows where their numbers don't count, shoulder jammed to the rock, and we make them pay the amount. There's no room to run, there's no room to fall — just the hammer, and the brother, and the wall! Teeth in the dark! — red eyes on the climb! Hold the deep, hold the line, one more time! Let 'em come in the black where the tunnel runs tight — they'll find steel in the dark, and they'll not take the night! The tunnel is a throat and we're a bone in its gums, and it chokes on every charge as the next wave comes; no banners down here, no horizon, no sun — just the dark, and the gnawing, and the work to be done. They come over their dead in a carpet of squeals, with their rusted little blades and their hunger and their greed — but a dwarf in a doorway is a wall that has teeth, and we bury the whole tide in the deep underneath! There's no room to run, there's no room to fall — just the hammer, and the brother, and the wall! Teeth in the dark! — red eyes on the climb! Hold the deep, hold the line, one more time! Let 'em come in the black where the tunnel runs tight — they'll find steel in the dark, and they'll not take the night! Feel the rock at your back, feel it press, feel it breathe, every crack is a mouth, every shadow has teeth. When the dark starts to move — we do not step back! When the red eyes rise — we fight back to back! Hold! Hold! Hold the dark! Teeth in the dark! — red eyes on the climb! Hold the deep, hold the line, one more time! Let 'em come in the black where the tunnel runs tight — they found steel in the dark, and they did not take the night! Drag the torch back up — let it climb, let it burn; we will bury our own, and we'll wait for their return. The tunnels are ours — from the gate to the keep — they brought teeth to the dark — but the deep's ours to keep! #dwarvenmetal #powermetal #battlemetal #fantasymusic #epicmetal #darkfantasy #Hammerhold