Oh Dwarven King on carven throne,
In ancient halls of polished stone,
With Grimnir high and Grugni below.
By bloody paid and on oathstone sworn,
I swear my life to Karak and home,
To stand forever for you tall and firm,
T’ill death takes me to mine ancesters halls,
Or Karaz Ankor gleams once more.
-Promise of a Dawi when he becomes adult