The War Without End — Hammerhold | Epic Dwarven Battle Metal

Three hundred winters in the dark, and still the war goes on. They pour like rot from the broken peaks — the Savages, a green-skinned tide of goblins, orcs and trolls that boils out of the mountains with no reason in their eyes. The clan did not start this feud; they only hold the line, burying the horde in the crust and handing the hatred down father to son. "The War Without End" is Hammerhold's fastest, most defiant battle anthem: not a song about winning the war, but about standing it — so that dwarven sons survive to fight it again. Raise the hammer and hold the line. 🎵 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 — My father bled upon this stone, his father bled here too, Three hundred winters in the dark and still the war is true. They pour like rot from broken peaks, no reason in their eyes, The goblins screech, the trolls come down, and all the mountain cries. We did not start this endless feud, we only stood our ground, For every hall they burn to ash, another forge we found. The Savages will come again, they always have, they will, So sharpen steel and hold the line — we have not had our fill. The goblins, the orcs, and the trolls shall fall, The war without end will outlast them all! We grind their green tide into bone and dust, And bury the Savages deep in the crust! They have no songs, they have no name they carve into the stone, They breed in filth and march to break what generations honed. The orcs come howling through the smoke, the trolls behind them tread, A flood of green against the gate, a wall of dwarven dread. We count our dead by hearthlight now, we know them all by name, And every loss is kindling for a deeper, older flame. Let them believe the mountain's theirs, let them grow fat and bold — They will not pry these hammers from a grip three ages old. The goblins, the orcs, and the trolls shall fall, The war without end will outlast them all! We grind their green tide into bone and dust, And bury the Savages deep in the crust! At Coldgate first they breached the snow, at Rimewatch first they fell, We held the line at Ember Halls and dragged them back to hell. They do not learn, they do not stop, they swarm and they devour, But stone remembers every blow and waits its patient hour. A boy is born and given steel before he learns to speak, He learns the names of fallen kin, he learns the foe we seek. This is the gift we give our sons, this curse, this sacred debt — The Savages will rise once more, and we are waiting yet. The goblins, the orcs, and the trolls shall fall, The war without end will outlast them all! We grind their green tide into bone and dust, And bury the Savages deep in the crust! Let the horde remember Hammerhold, The grudge we keep that's centuries old. Goblin, troll, and orc will learn — What we lose, we always burn to take it back. So let them come, the green-skinned tide, let trumpets split the air, We've stood against a thousand dawns and we are standing there. No final peace, no white-flag day, no end we'll live to see, Just hammer fall and shield-wall hold for those who follow me. And when I'm dust beneath the keep my son will grip the steel, And tell his son the ancient hate the mountains made us feel. We do not fight to win the war — the war will never cease — We fight so dwarven sons survive to never know its peace. The goblins, the orcs, and the trolls shall fall, The war without end will outlast them all! We grind their green tide into bone and dust, And bury the Savages deep in the crust! The war without end! The war without end! #dwarvenmetal #powermetal #battlemetal #fantasymusic #epicmetal #Hammerhold