Dwarfen Shore
The sun has not yet set on the Dwarfen empire
Saw Con – The City of the World’s desire
The Land of the peoples who aspire
They came from across the unlivable mires
Searching desperately, for the place to retire
Acompanied with diseases, chased by a famine
Thousands of souls lost with no time for an amen
A vision from Gods or the hallucinations of ill chaplan
Has lead them amongst the sky-reaching summits
Into a darkness of uncertainty and remote alleys
Until one faithful day, encountering The Valley
Placed in between the unwelcoming massifs
Fertile land stretching over the horizon
With the farms to be build and workshops constructed
With the forests mapped and the streams tamed
In their minds the resolution was ennacted
Here lays the Dwafen lands they looked for
There is to build their civilization’s core
Safe and sound from the world’s roars
They will make it theirs refuge shore
So the thousands of years has passed in the generations heartbeat
The fertail soil feed them meat, water and gold plated wheat
The mountains scarred with surface ores
The forges steaming, reading for wars
Never complacent. Do not forget
How forefathers arrived in distress
We need to be ready, We need to be strong
Cannot be forgoten, the horrors of world
The night embelished with an outpost’s lights
Glowing in the distance among the mountain’s hights
Staffed with men, preped with piles
Watching over The Valley’s lifes
Warning the others, horns were blown
The army of Urks has finally come
The humans refused the reason’s call
Ignoring the warnings, now they fall
Faithful to vows, with home to protect
We stand tall opossing the evil, infection that spreads
Cannons are ready, bowmans are trained, traps and defences are maintained and set
Full plated armors vested on hips, with bloody long axes, pikes and horsmen’s picks
Bearded faces with no loosen cheeks. Commited to fighting, and dying in need
At forenoon of the next day the struggle begun, The army of Urks with preparation was done
In unison like swarm, unfolded its wings, showing their might and striking bloodcurdling fear
Countless of soldiers ready to kill, that was their purpose, this was their dream
Born of hatred, pushed by lust. Urks loved a warfare and slaughter, that forever lasts
In a great roar the first row advanced. Bearing the ladders, sprinting towards the mountain’s pass
Those were the fallen, of the human empires. Their only chance to live, was to assault at mass
Half did not survive, swept by an volley. They joined their families in heaven, and their bodies
Still
Just like those who reached the walls. Trying to climb it, are dying slowly
One by one, pierced by an arrow or hit with a stone. Their expressions vividly, for defenders were shown
Anger and hatred, for being left alone. Regret for not listening to Dwarfs before
Expressions now in the lifless eyes. Man, women and children under the walls now lie
Urks continuing the onslaught, wave after wave, the waves they throw, now the equipped soldiers, those of their own
Rushing towards the goal, pulling their weak bows. Missing their shots and getting hit in return by the Dwarfs
Urks scream in excitement, seeing their own blood flow. That is why they are here
They want to experience death and pain more
Another wave of another line, and hour after another. Days has passed with years to come
There is simply too many of them
Too many willing to die...
Dwarfs are terrified by the insanity of foe. Can we really withstand the mad-mans blows?
Thinking that the Urks came here for conquer, yet they came here for the show
Came here to feast on death and bones
Unhinged by failures in breaching the point, catching the canonballs and eating the volleys
The goal of glorious death in battle, fills their ranks with jolly
Days has gone with the same scenario unfolding
The wave of suicide stopped by the arrows and oil
Burning dead and still-moving bodies
Screams of joy and euphoric chanting
Gave Urks the strenght, and Dwarfs a panting
After a month Urks started to reach the walls and climb it to half
Pikes piercing their skulls, bullets disemboweling their guts
Blood squirting, bliding the sides. For them the only way, is to go up
The first Urk, his name now famous and known, climbed as the first onto the Dwarfen walls
Was cut abrubtly of course, however he set an example for others who followed
Beasts kept taking his place, pushed defenders to the edge and over
They took the first line, entry to Eden
Stockpiles were full but logistics were slow, too many Urks begun to come
They were done with party and fun, after the first line has crumbled and fall
They poured through the narrow point, like a sea of mud, children of war
Milions of them, marching over the dead of their own, through the remote alleys taking fortifications they saw
Within a mere day, reaching The Valley...
The sun has set on the Dvarfen empire
Saw Con – The City of the World’s desire
Now fallen, turned into a pyre
Living on this shore for thousands of years
Cuted down by swords, they can finally retire
