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-:-  The song of the Oath of Stone  -:-
 
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When dwarven warriors went to war, to fight for king and hold,<br>
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When dwarven warriors went to war, to fight for King and Hold,<br>
 
For honour, fame and glory, and sometimes, just for gold.<br>
 
For honour, fame and glory, and sometimes, just for gold.<br>
They battled orc and goblin breeds, skaven, trolls and lizard hordes,<br>
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They battled orc and skaven, and green skinned goblin hordes,<br>
Treasure seeking elves or men, met dwarven axes, spears and swords.<br>
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Treasure seeking elves and men, met dwarven axes, spears and swords.<br>
 
Ogres, dragons, monstrous scum, massed chaotic armies stumbled,<br>
 
Ogres, dragons, monstrous scum, massed chaotic armies stumbled,<br>
 
Many mighty, fearsome foes, by the deeds of dwarves were humbled.<br>
 
Many mighty, fearsome foes, by the deeds of dwarves were humbled.<br>
 
Adventurers with beer filled heads, when tales of mithril lit their eyes,<br>
 
Adventurers with beer filled heads, when tales of mithril lit their eyes,<br>
Wandered off to distant lands, fighting under far off skies.<br>
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Wandered off to distant lands, to battle under far off skies.<br>
 
Their kinfolk mourned their loss, you see, and made a vow, an oath in stone,<br>
 
Their kinfolk mourned their loss, you see, and made a vow, an oath in stone,<br>
 
To find their long lost brethren; to search them out; to bring them home.<br>
 
To find their long lost brethren; to search them out; to bring them home.<br>
 
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-:- The song of the Oath of Stone -:-

When dwarven warriors went to war, to fight for King and Hold,
For honour, fame and glory, and sometimes, just for gold.
They battled orc and skaven, and green skinned goblin hordes,
Treasure seeking elves and men, met dwarven axes, spears and swords.
Ogres, dragons, monstrous scum, massed chaotic armies stumbled,
Many mighty, fearsome foes, by the deeds of dwarves were humbled.
Adventurers with beer filled heads, when tales of mithril lit their eyes,
Wandered off to distant lands, to battle under far off skies.
Their kinfolk mourned their loss, you see, and made a vow, an oath in stone,
To find their long lost brethren; to search them out; to bring them home.
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