Dwarves

Deep inside the entrails

Of the Burning Mountains

Thousands of dwarves working grim.

In the suffocating heat

Brought by the boiling blood

Coming from the Depths of the Earth.

They are forging the steel

In the red viscous and strengthening fire

Cooling it down in the ice cold crystal water

Leaking from Mountain's top.

Their only obsessions:

The possession of tons of gold.

Taking up the orders,

From the armies of the world,

Preparing the strongest armoury,

Forging the sharpest swords and axes.

And so they became

The magicians of steel.

Their war machinery

Sophisticated, huge and threatening

Ready for the mass destruction

Of whatever army, village or town.

Putting on their armours

Getting their handmade weapons

Preparing their terrifying

And heavy machinery

Ready to rip off the flesh

Of the bodies of the enemy.

Cruel, Violent, Fearless.

For countless generations

The Dwarves learned the secrets of steel.

They learned the art of war

Making of them powerful allies

On the battlefields.

For large amounts of gold

They can be hired

To slay down everything on their way

Putting on their armours

Getting their handmade weapons

Preparing their terrifying

And heavy machinery

Ready to rip off the flesh

Of the bodies of the enemy.

Cruel, Violent, Fearless.

Little is their size,

But magnificent is their strength and perseverance