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I'm trying to create a dwarven war song for a battle priest of Clangeddin. Below is what I have come up with so far, but I could use some help in tweaking it so that it sounds better.
The dwrven lad, in dwarfhome born, in his kinsmen's hall ye could find him.
Then the tyrants flag over dwarfhome fell, bound by fists of iron.
"Fear not!" cried he, "for the Rock of Battle guides us in our time o' need."
With a heavy heart and his head held high, they set sail across the red sea.
Iron giants of faithless heart, defilers of the axe, attack in hoards.
Steel dwarves with hearts of gold, defenders to the last, fight as one.
In battle they meet till one remained, steel proved strongest of all.
The dwarven lad, is a soldier now – in the ranks of death ye may find him.
Though the bolts and spears may peirce his flesh – and the fire’s red glow may blind him.
“Fear not!” Says he, “For me wounds may heal, and the cleric’s light may cure me!”
“For Clangeddin’s cause I would give me life – in the ranks of death ye shall find me!”
The dwrven lad, in dwarfhome born, in his kinsmen's hall ye could find him.
Then the tyrants flag over dwarfhome fell, bound by fists of iron.
"Fear not!" cried he, "for the Rock of Battle guides us in our time o' need."
With a heavy heart and his head held high, they set sail across the red sea.
Iron giants of faithless heart, defilers of the axe, attack in hoards.
Steel dwarves with hearts of gold, defenders to the last, fight as one.
In battle they meet till one remained, steel proved strongest of all.
The dwarven lad, is a soldier now – in the ranks of death ye may find him.
Though the bolts and spears may peirce his flesh – and the fire’s red glow may blind him.
“Fear not!” Says he, “For me wounds may heal, and the cleric’s light may cure me!”
“For Clangeddin’s cause I would give me life – in the ranks of death ye shall find me!”