Roark:
In Zorn Uzkul’s black heart, 'neath the eldritch, nameless peak
We toiled at the stony roots, axe cast aside for pick and auger
Despair clawed unceasingly at our hearts, all pride was ashes
Bent-backed sworn brothers shouldering a burden of terror
Beards shorn in shame - ancient, beloved clan annals thrown to flame
Outside, the agony of worlds was made manifest, ineffable hunger
Tempests of gibbering madness shrieked wordlessly all around
Howls pierced each kinsman’s soul, duty and honour forgotten
Desperate hands clawed at obsidian, ironstone, warp-ore
We pulled away the pieces of our past, torn free of the mountain
Until silence surrounded us, the echoing null of insignificance
Grungni spoke not. Grimnir stayed his tongue, Valaya her counsel
We were nothing in that moment of nothingness. Yea, less
When stone gave way to a yawning void, steaming darkness
And the sun a memory of a dream, and the world annihilated
In Zorn Uzkul’s black heart, 'neath the ancient, nameless spire
Our souls were reforged when two burning eyes opened.