Winter Evening

Snowstorm howls around dwarven house
It’s so warm and cosy inside
Nice pot with grog
Stands on a hearth

Small window shines
Under oaken roots
My underground house
In winter forest
The most pleasant winter evening

I smoke my pipe
I raise my wooden mug
I don’t care much for those
Who are freezing outside

In the morning I’ll go outside with my spade
We will dig up frozen corpses
I will carry them under my roots
I will cook small meat balls