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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 bloodthirst |
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"I've come back, just as I promised. Well, little dwarfs, who wants to die 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 |
