Pertho

Under dwarves in the hall
Brewing noise against the cold
Among the rows of the table
Playing with fire against the light
Up in the eyes they wander
They see stolen glances at the poor
Where cheerful warriors
In mead halls sit

Drink from the cups with pride
Strumming the bard's strings
Sing the dice in fate's game
Your fortune and destiny
Where cheerful warriors
In mead halls sit

Pertho is a rich source
Of luck and chance
Where cheerful warriors
In mead halls sit