The Terror

Prologue

So you want to hear a tale, you say?

A true story from my younger days?

I'll 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

Pre Chorus

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

Chorus

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

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

Pre Chorus

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

Chorus

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 mountain's gloom

Bridge

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

Chorus

And despite the sentinels' determination to protect their king

I witnessed the prophecy come true as the king was slain by this vile thing

Epilogue

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