I take pride in fighting for your cause, #!  
Let’s go kill a few more orcs!  
Let’s hunt some orcs!  
My beard is itching—it’s a sign that battle is near.  
Our enemies will be crushed by dwarven hammers; their ribs will crack like burning firewood!  
The dwarven axes are sharpened and ready to chop, #!  
Few can withstand our might in Middle-earth!  
That’s all well and good, but where has all the ale gone?  
I’d sell my beard for just a taste of dwarven ale.  
Ah! How I miss our majestic halls! But a dwarf does not flee from battle! I’ll return when we finish.  
We, dwarves, are valiant warriors! All foes will tremble under our hammers and axes!  
There is no enemy that could survive the strike of my axe!  
I swear on my beard, I would defeat ten armies and fight a troll, all for a single mug of ale!  
It truly is a great honor for me to fight for such a brave warrior as you, #!