TSR 9291 - DLC1 - Dr.. - Free

the Song of kharas
Three were the thoughts of
those in Thorbardin
In the dark after Dergoth when
the ogres danced.
One was the lost light, the
limping darkness
In the caves of the kingdom
where light crumbles.
One the despair of the
Dwarfthane Derkin
Gone to the gloom of the
tower of Glory.
One the world, weary and
wounded
Down to the deep of the
Darkling’s waters.
Under the heart of the
highland,
Under the ceiling of
stone,
Under the wane of the
world's glory,
Home under home.
Then was Kharas among us,
the Keeper of Kings,
The Hand on the Hammer,
Arm of the Hylar.
At the gleaming grave site of
gold and garnet
Three sons of the thane he
buried thereunder.
While Derkin saw dark upon
dark in the runnels,
In the halls of the nation saw
nooses and knives,
Killers and kingmakers came
to Kharas
With agate and amethyst,
asking allegiance.
Under the heart of the
highland.
Under the ceiling of
stone,
Under the wane of the
world's glory,
Home under home.
But the stalwart in heart is
strong as a stone,
And bold and unbending his
mind to the better:
The Hammer of Hylar was firm
in the halls.
Denying all discord, all doubt
and division,
He turned from intrigue, from
the wild tunnels,
Out to the open, one oath
swearing
That time nor treachery shall
ever tarnish
The Hammers return in a time
of great troubles.
Under the heart of the
highland,
Under the ceiling of
stone,
Under the wane of the
world’s glory,
Home under home.
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