His passion to rule tis not be judged
Kortor is the leader with wings of gold placed apon his head
This mighty dwarf always holds a grudged.
And a beard that so rich, flowing to the grown on which he treads.
Now this band has slayers in three.
Two going for glory
One for an exspensive fee.
For sure to be gory
The Clansmen, draped in metal
With their helmets flat and gold
Their axes sharp and never settled
In the way this story told.
The Thunders with the Turquoise lighting
Lets their guns rip across the skys
For the black powder is very frightning
For those who spits the lies.
Our story starts at the gates of hell.
The mordheim wall it stood so high
it was known 'till half of it fell
for the burning ball that came from hell's sky.
As the screams of death echo within the city
Our dwarfen band enters only to find
Two fallen brothers all rotted and gritty
It doesnt disturb, tis one thing on their mind
Fortune and glory tis not written for them
Ridding the city of the evil within
Turquoise is the colour of these ten dwarfen
Cleansing the city for their own wealthy kin.