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