Grond (Hammer Of The Underworld)

I explore the forgotten worlds,
Land of forests and caves.

Bleak is the winter here,
That which bites my soul.
Enshrouding the enchanted land in black
Deep are the caves, cold is the earth.

Hammer of the underworld,
Grond is thy name.

My magic grows stronger,
As I come closer to grond.
Forged in the darkness below,
In the fires of the dark ones caves