An Hour After

Waver as a mirage to the enemy.

Be strength to fallen allies,

Surround the enemies’ assault as wind during rain.

Empty their casks (blood) for earth’s parched lips.

Dwarves, become noble warriors once again in this bleak time.

Raise your spirits to Ares,

For his love shall overpower all dour realities.

Winter blesses your hands with ore,

Turn your will to Vulcan so his hands can craft perfection.

Bless thy enemies with every killing stroke,

Forge darkness’s doom on thine anvils,

Winter holds comfort in thy furnaces.

Give to her the bodies that belong in her cold gardens of Death.

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