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 – that means it’s time for battle.  
Our enemies will be crushed by dwarven hammers, their ribs will crack like burning kindling!  
The dwarven axes are sharpened and ready to chop, #!  
Few in Middle-earth can withstand our might!  
That’s all well and good, but where has all the ale gone?  
I would sell my beard for a sip of dwarven ale.  
Ah! How I miss our majestic halls! But a dwarf does not flee from battle! I’ll return when we’re done.  
We, the dwarves, are valiant warriors! All enemies will tremble under our hammers and axes!  
There is no foe who could survive the strike of my axe!  
I swear on my beard, I would defeat ten armies, fight a troll, all for a single mug of ale!  
It is truly a great honor for me to fight for such a brave warrior as you, #!