So you want to hear a tale, you say? A true story from my younger days? Ill try to recall, so now listen well As I tell you about this demon from Hell Far to the north, into the barren Wastes we went, my companions and I To a place where the lost stronghold of king Tharngrim was said to lie After many a peril we found it, but a shadow hung over the place We were told of a prophecy. A demon returning one of these days Shortly the keep was beset by a tide of Chaos, and we were pushed back To the innermost hall, where we prepared a last stand for the final attack Though we had fought hard and well our hopes were dead and gone, For we all knew that the worst was yet to come So there we stood in silence and stark fear, awaiting our fate Then the silence ended as a tremendous force shattered the last gate Ablaze in the darkness of the smashed gate was a pair of eyes. Like burning coal It was violence incarnate, terrifying beyond comprehension to behold Then it spoke with a roaring voice, and eyes shining brightly with insane bloodthirst Ive come back, just as I promised. Well, little dwarfs, who wants to die first? Like a blood soaked god it came, truly the terror of its name For the blood and souls it came, for an old debt to be claimed As the prophecy foretold the foul demon returned And the noble king Tharngrim painfully learned That yesterdays glory can be turned into tomorrows doom When he faced the Terror down in the mountains gloom Its axe rose and fell in great bloody arcs, turning the floor into a red lake As it ploughed through the dwarf host and left a crimson ruin in its wake And despite the sentinels determination to protect their king I witnessed the prophecy come true as the king was slain by this vile thing Well, the story has come to an end I hope you have enjoyed the tale, my friend But listen to me, and listen well They do exist, these demons from Hell So now be sure to remember, my son, That Chaos snare the unwary one The unwary one
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