Admiral:
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