Admiral:
Might’s Right
A bargain was struck when the green moon glared bright,
to the Prophet Uzulak’s hungry delight.
He swore oaths with orc Naggab who once ate a wight,
to bring to the ogres one hell of a fight.
Far afield marched the armies to snowy lands white,
up into the mountains to hardship and plight.
They were trapped in a pass which did narrow too tight,
pounded by rocks who were heavy, not light.
Boss Naggab was crushed and his horde took to flight,
left us battling alone in the chaos by night.
Insults bellowed by ogres was for Prophet a slight,
he ordered a charge to their flank on the right.
Then he cursed their big tyrant with ashes in sight,
yet took in the arm one monstrous bite.
Uzulak’s black hammer scorched with its might,
and burnt foe to crisps of which we still does write.
- Chaos Dwarf children rhyme song