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Post by admiral on Feb 13, 2019 16:56:48 GMT
Might's Right
A bargain was struck when the green moon glared bright, to the Prophet Uzulak's hungry delight.
He swore oaths with orc Naggab who once ate a wight, to bring to the ogres one hell of a fight.
Far afield marched the armies to snowy lands white, up into the mountains to hardship and plight.
They were trapped in a pass which did narrow too tight, pounded by rocks who were heavy, not light.
Boss Naggab was crushed and his horde took to flight, left us battling alone in the chaos by night.
Insults bellowed by ogres was for Prophet a slight, he ordered a charge to their flank on the right.
Then he cursed their big tyrant with ashes in sight, yet took in the arm one monstrous bite.
Uzulak's black hammer scorched with its might, and burnt foe to crisps of which we still does write.
- Chaos Dwarf children rhyme song
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Post by admiral on Feb 13, 2019 16:58:43 GMT
Math's Half
Ar-Bar-Iluz with daemon steel crashed down his staff, into altar's slave blood and splashed in the bath.
With an orc cut in three he did enter dark path, to capture flamespirit and lock in metal calf.
At the height of the rite Ar-Bar-Iluz loudly did laugh, yet daemon was mocked and slashed in its wrath.
Ar-Bar-Iluz had failed with the rite's mystic math, thus the daemon broke loose and cut him in half.
- Chaos Dwarf children rhyme song
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Post by admiral on Feb 13, 2019 17:00:14 GMT
Written by: KNCPerformed by: MadHatter Mast's Ghast
From Uzkulak there once steamed a fleet which was vast, out from Daemon smog it sprang forth like a ghast.
Too sudden no matter the sails thou might hast, it struck elven vessel in the aft with a blast.
Then hobgoblin cutthroats seized the deck very fast, but one elven man could not face the dice cast.
Mercy he begged, too young to die by this mast, so we granted his wish and beheaded him last.
- Chaos Dwarf children rhyme song
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Post by admiral on Feb 13, 2019 17:02:32 GMT
Mind's Grind
The grey curse was discovered when a tuskbabe first whined, he was taken by acolytes to be made one of their kind.
The man's name was Zharrtur which great Hashut's might fined, turning to rock whilst his aims stood noone behind.
For his wealth and his power Zharrtur's slaves deeply mined, whilst their overlord's body into grey stone declined.
Twelve bloodbaths in the north brought him century's find, yet ravaged his already unstable mind.
Marching back over corpses and mourn mountains spined, Zharrtur's sacred blessing left him awfully pined.
Home to seize ultimate power he was wholly inclined, but was halted by eyes petrifying him blind.
And Zharrtur's final spell did him then in stone bind, ambition halted at last by his curse's blessed grind.
- Chaos Dwarf children rhyme song
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Post by admiral on Feb 13, 2019 17:03:31 GMT
Man's Lance
Eight mystic men whirled their beards in a trance, as altar fumes gave them of future a glance.
The presages taken gave Nir-Kezhar a chance, to by booty's means his power enhance.
For the Duke of Bastonne sought grail not romance, he thought to find it in Dark Lands perchance.
Duke's horse having died he was left then to prance, ran into sneaky gits in a murderous dance.
To swing long sword wore out Duke's endurance, was stabbed through the heart in a valiant stance.
Cutting off both his head and tip of enchanted lance, magic was stolen which had been the dead man's.
- Chaos Dwarf children rhyme song
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Post by admiral on Feb 13, 2019 17:05:01 GMT
Slave's Cave
On bronze plates in Tower of Gorgoth did Prophet Nazharrbul engrave, how he personally led campaign for fifty thousand and one slave.
Hell deep mines of Azgorh the volcano for new slave labour ever crave, Prophet marched off with sharp axes from the Tower shrine's dark nave.
Trains then trundled south and taught the ghouls of Vorag to behave, when the taskmaster with whip and knife deep lashes to them gave.
Hashut gave then Prophet vision of the skull road he must pave, otherwise his masked army would not starvation off stave.
In a frenzied bloody sacred trance Nazharrbul incoherently did rave, he discovered hidden rat pit in abandoned dwarf enclave.
Midst Ash Ridge Mountains' olden mines we did not single rat life save, for we never tricky Skaven their foulest disease forgave.
Heading north Nazharrbul then warned heinously that he would shave, if his warriors could not break into Mount Grey Hag to enslave.
Smashing open flimsy gates our men then entered stinking cave, where the goblin tribes converged to crash against us in a wave.
Battle chaos turned when boss Igraz charged Prophet with a glaive, but was by Hashut's power flayed and scorched into the grave.
This fine torture sent the weak goblins to rout not very brave, left us in the cave to shackle fifty thousand and one knave.
- Chaos Dwarf children rhyme song
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Post by admiral on Feb 13, 2019 17:06:06 GMT
Meat's Feat
The year when lava fissures burnt eight thousand green slave feet. one Cathayan slave found gems in a coal mine cleat.
Harried Li-Wan was enslaved at grand host's crushing defeat, he failed to run away since man was no athlete.
As befitted lowly slave hobgoblins did him brutally beat, in the coal mine he survived on rotting vermin meat.
Glinting among blackest coal the gems did Li-Wan's eyes greet, cunningly he then the gems did hide away most neat.
Li-Wan knew overseers him for his find as dirt would treat, so he thought to hierarchy outwit and cheat.
Prophet Drazhoath for inspections flew out from Ashstreet, in coal mine he on Cinderbreath still had his seat.
Slaveman then crushed through the guards in a desperate feat, Li-Wan did hope to placate the chaos dwarf elite.
Harried Li-Wan bowed and presented hands with gems so sweet, hoping Drazhoath his wishes for a release would meet.
Grateful to the slave kneeling in Bale Taurus breath's heat, Prophet declared slaveman to be his next meal to eat.
- Chaos Dwarf children rhyme song
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Post by admiral on Feb 13, 2019 17:07:01 GMT
Mound's Hound
Grim Hellsmith Belzhur was thrown out to the goblinsund, for Chaos pantheic devotion profound.
Open worship of Dark Gods of the north did us astound, he was exiled to travel the world around.
How outcast managed to reach far west did us confound, yet he ended his days in a heathen mound.
Belzhur's nightly wanderings were all of them westbound, in the Empire's forests they went undergound.
One stormy night Belzhur heard someone who did pound, from inside a hill it did make him dumbfound.
Outcast crawled through the opening which was oval round, inside the cairn a necromancer he found.
Tomb raiders had for the grave very long been inbound, yet skeletons remained for undead playgoblinsund.
The startled necromancer had not some ancient king bound, for he gave instead a commanding sound.
Out from an open pit there leaped the bones of a hound, and Belzhur then ended his days earthbound.
- Chaos Dwarf children rhyme song
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Post by admiral on Feb 13, 2019 17:08:38 GMT
Old guard Azhimbul owned an imported sabretusk cat, prowling our catacomb labyrinth he did it lat.
In old Azhimbul's dwelling it dropped skulls on orc-hide mat, cat did keep Skaven at bay from gaining habitat.
The two patrolled the olden tunnels under Hashut's ziggurat, pair's heavy footsteps did scare each and every bat.
Old guardsman Azhimbul came upon an oddity at the third qanat, when they cornered with blades one very dirty rat.
The Skaven ratman chittered about being some diplomat, bringing urgent message to our highest theocrat.
Ratman drew then forth from his black cloaks a Tilean ducat, and told the guard it was of the greatest gold carat.
Old guardsman Azhimbul had eleven tuskbabes begat, such a dutiful father have honour under hat.
By Prophet's will took he no bribes in any format, axing for the ratman he did tell him that.
Knives in hands the Skaven dodged it like an acrobat, old guard could not know where his target sat.
The rat assassin stabbed old Azhimbul in his broadest fat, yet saw not what the sabretusk did strike out at.
Severing the ratman's neck the cat then red blood spat, and Azhimbul tossed the corpse in a filthy giant vat.
- Chaos Dwarf children rhyme song
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Post by admiral on Feb 13, 2019 17:09:44 GMT
Mold's Gold
One should always the Father of Darkness praise eightfold, when you His holy temple taxes does uphold.
Should you think our tributes to Hashut are too manifold, see to Kalbur the Mean whom taxes did withhold.
Kalbur was a low smith with a poverty's household, his wickedness drove him to be very bold.
He gilted bare lead as tithe to Prophets' stronghold, attempting to Hashut himself blindfold.
One night of ill omens smith poured gold into a mold, casting a household idol to get sold.
Yet out of the solid mold sprang a Daemon of hot gold, and Kalbur was of Hashut's punishment told.
Hashut's idol then caught cheater in flaming stranglehold, burnt him to ashes which never got cold.
So if you wrong thoughts do bear then fate of Kalbur behold, who broke sacred laws and thus did not die old.
- Chaos Dwarf children rhyme song
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Post by admiral on Feb 13, 2019 17:10:52 GMT
Moan's Throne
Black vengance time was come when the foul tidings were all known, how Vorag our slavers into slavery had thrown.
Ghoul King Vorag Bloodytooth had southern realm carved out with bone, misdeeds to high Hashut would he now by death atone.
Temple's Prophets burnt for oaths a giant slave corpse cone, furnaces in armouries for holy war then shone.
Messages of vile affront at last reached High Priest's zone clamour of the faithful was resoundingly war prone.
Lord Hashut's calls for retribution did High Priest not long postpone, else Zhargon's every power would be dunned back like a loan.
For first time in a century High Priest Zhargon had himself shown, and mustered grandest army to slay every ghoulish drone.
Zhargon the Great from Temple of triumphs prophesied in cruel tone, and his Immortal bodyguards their axe heads did now hone.
High Priest Zhargon was then borne by slaves upon a golden throne, army was then armed with new gun flared like a trombone.
Marching through the Gates of Zharr he then did come upon old crone, name she lacked and dressed she was in ancient orc-hide gown.
The hag warned Zhargon to wage war if he did not sacrifice black stone, the High Priest merely found her words to be dull monotone.
Crone then declared that the Father of Darkness would make us moan, too hot Zhargon's wrath over her then finally had grown.
Lord Hashut's Second Kingdom under Zhargon's rule did Dark Lands own, Zhargon of the crone thus made skeleton xylophone.
High Priest claimed Hashut's favour was in Azgorh's ash windblown, then marched his army into the large plain of dragon bone.
First Ghoul King Vorag's foul forces in the south did make us groan, soon undead foes our deepest ranks into tatters had mown.
In shamed retreat we had with our corpses Dark Lands bestrown, as Vorag's shrieking terror fiends over our heads had flown.
Bitterly we does still regret Zhargon's arrogance alone, this failing in our dominance may we never condone.
- Chaos Dwarf children rhyme song
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Post by admiral on Feb 13, 2019 17:12:07 GMT
Written by: DînadanPerformed by: MadHatterBeware the Skaven my Son, Hither they come, clawing and gnawing, Thrashing and gnashing, biting and fighting. Hither they scamper and tramper, Blades bare and faces unfair.
Beware the Skaven my Son, Hither they come, teeming and seething, Crashing and smashing, lashing and slashing. Hither they charge and barge, Red eyes gleaming and sharp teeth sheening.
Beware the Skaven my Son, Hither they come, for thee.
-Chaos Dwarf Nursery Rhyme
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Post by admiral on Feb 13, 2019 17:16:07 GMT
Written by: MadHatterMy Hat It Has a Steelspike
We'll start with the axemen, ready?
My hat it has a steelspike A steelspike has my hat And had it not a steelspike It would not be my haaaaat!!
And next, the pirates, ready?
My hat it bears an elfskull An elfskull bears my hat And had it not an elfskull It would not be my haaaaaaat!!
And next, the slavers, ready?
My hat it has a gnoblar A gnoblar has my hat And hat it not a gnoblar It would not be my haaaaaat!!!
Alright, and last, the prophets, ready?
My hat I wear for Hashut Dark Father loves my hat And was it not for Hashut I'd mostly just been faaaaat!!!
- Chaos Dwarf children song
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Post by admiral on Feb 13, 2019 17:22:18 GMT
Written by: AdmiralIllustrated by: Forgefire
Zharn's Craving
Were lost back when no blessed ziggurat stood, the warriors of Zharn wandered lands of no good, hungry and lacking both metal and wood, they scavenged as best as they could.
For cloth they both orc 'n' beast skin did peel, Zharn's band tore off flesh from skull down to heel, bladders for pouches containing bone meal, lived off a land without any appeal.
They were found by our folk hiding out in a cave, their haggard chief Zharn suddenly did rant 'n' rave, Dark Gods of the north he shouted to crave, and was made into lowly cage slave.
- Chaos Dwarf children rhyme song
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Post by admiral on Feb 13, 2019 17:23:48 GMT
Fourteen Daemons Times Unholy Twelve
Fourteen Daemons times unholy twelve, butcher all peace and go to war, a mystery thus shall we now delve, Hashut's idol we stand before.
Sleep...
Four greater gods of a Chaos so dark, shackle and whip up the slave, follow the Prophet and order's bark, ancestors unsworn in cave.
Sleep...
Forty and twenty in Bull God's name, living by power so raw, spawns of Temple are never tame, obedience alone is the law.
Sleep...
Eighteen Daemons times unholy nine, labour and toil is a life, blessed be marked blood of cursed line, stronger by weaklings' strife.
Sleep...
Eight winds of magic of Chaos so wild, kindle the fire and smoke, trample and crush both mother and child, truths lying the Daemon spoke.
Sleep...
Eighty and forty for Bull God's might, growing flesh over the cog, from lessers do not forgive any slight, Hobgoblin kicked like a dog.
Sleep...
Twelve minor Daemons times unholy five, secrets in carvings of old, pit mine and quarry are busy like hive, altar may never grow cold.
Sleep...
One and a fifth bone for Chaos on high, barter on later your soul, damnation will power for Hashut a-buy, mining both metal and coal.
Sleep...
Hundred plus twenty by Bull God's seed, you must be hard and coarse, slave creatures both must suffer and bleed, lay behind axe all your force.
Sleep, or by rod weep!
- Chaos Dwarf lullaby
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