| TURQUOISE STONES 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. |
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