From dark dungeons, the realm of the grey watchers

Rises a marvellous spellforce to reanimate the world

Their number may be few, but the wand will prevail

In the firm hand of the gnomen king

Wise and stout they manifest from below

Praised in enchanting tales of ageless war

Breaking the earthly surface, scouting through the mist

Wandering to a gathering in the dark green forest

Crooning about the crown of command,

A stony place buried under soil

Denoting a past beyond the dawn of man

Foretelling the grim future of the upper lands