O Spark the Flame

O Spark the Flame was a hymn written by Benegrim during his service with the Mountain Guard.

The forges are cold, their fires doused, The Mountain’s folk cannot be roused, The hammers lie, gathering dust, The anvils are given up to rust.

O spark the flame, bring forth the Light! Let hearts’ bright hope come pierce the night! More than the forge or lanterns bright, The Light’s great purpose fills our sight!

The Savage laughs, and assails our walls His evil folk besiege our halls The Stone, it cracks, and the Iron fails, The wind bears only endless wails.

O spark the flame, bring forth the Light! Let hearts’ bright courage pierce the night! The Iron is strong, but stronger still Is the Light-born fire’s tempered will!

The blight of greed, it rots the core, The sundered mountain stands no more. Great riches lie, lost in the gloom As the tides of war portend our doom.

O spark the flame, bright forth the Light! Let hearts’ bright virtue pierce the night!<BR> Where evil walks, beware the sound<BR> Of the Hammer of Justice crashing down!