The Great Book of Grudges - A Thorgrim Grudgebearer Song | Warhammer Fantasy | Dwarfs

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Thorgrim Grudgebearer, the High King’s name,
A beacon of vengeance, eternal flame.
From Karaz-a-Karak, his throne he ascends,
On the Throne of Power, where tradition stands.

Born of Ulli’s blood, with Grimnir’s might,
He learned grudgelore by the forge’s light.
Kharl of the Dammaz Kron, its pages he kept,
And by its weight, no broken oath was unwept.

Skarsnik the Grobi of infamy and numerous sin,
Grimgor Ironhide, who slaughtered the kin.
Malekith the deceiver, his lies cut deep,
Nagash, the necromancer, disturbing ancestors' sleep.
Queek Head-Taker, a scourge of the peaks,
And Neferata, betrayer, her malice speaks.
Each grudge is a vow, each name a decree,
Till the Great Book of Grudges stands empty and free!

Raised by Alriksson, the High King of yore,
Thorgrim was groomed for legend and lore.
By the Council’s call, his deeds were named,
Lost treasures recovered, holds reclaimed.

Through Kislev’s snows and Norsca’s cold,
Thorgrim’s valor turned iron to gold.
From the Frozen Holds, his banners flew,
Ancient relics found, and legends renewed.

Khaled al Muntasir, the butcher of kin,
Deathmaster Snikch, a shadowy sin.
Bugman’s Brewery, its ale drunk dry,
Kazad Grund’s doom, a tragedy’s cry.
Étienne Gravois, waster of time with pointless chatter,
And Caledor the BEARD CUTTER!
Each grudge is a vow, each name a decree,
Till the Great Book of Grudges stands empty and free!

Alriksson’s wounds would never mend,
Yet his stubborn heart held to the end.
At the Council of Kings, Thorgrim’s voice rang true,
A vow to strike clean each grudge overdue.

With relics returned and treasures in hand,
He swore to unite the Dawi clans.
Crowned with dragons, the high seat he claimed,
And thus began the Great Reckoning’s flame.

Malekith once more may he be cursed,
His treachery left our pride bruised.
Gorfang Rotgut, beard-shaving disgrace,
Pouliard’s mockery of ale’s embrace!
And Ushoran, Oathbreaker accursed,
May your fate grow ever worse.
Each grudge is a vow, each name a decree,
Till the Great Book of Grudges stands empty and free!

In Black Fire Pass, the Orcs were slain,
Thorgrim’s axe swung, their blood like rain.
With Alrik Ranulfsson, the pass was sealed,
And grudges settled upon the field.

From the squatter king to the undead horde,
Each name engraved in a solemn chord.
The grobi scum, the skaven spies,
Each wrong echoed in the vengeful cries.

Krell, chaos uzkular, for each time he appeared,
Frurndar, the dwarfs that veered.
The Grobi , who defile sacred stone,
The foul vermin, whose crimes are known!
The lying Elgi, who failed every test,
And Malekith once more, may the hate never rest.
Each grudge is a vow, each name a decree,
Till the Great Book of Grudges stands empty and free!

Let it be known, so Thorgrim decreed,
No wrong against the Dawi shall be freed.
The Dammaz Kron will be set to rights,
With axes sharp and blazing fights!

Thorgrim Grudgebearer, a king of might,
Shall avenge the past in endless fight.
His legacy carved in stone and lore,
The Dawi shall rise, their honor restored.

For each grudge settled, new hope will bloom,
Until the Dammaz Kron finds empty room.
Strike clean the ledger, no wrong left to see,
The Great Book of Grudges shall one day be free!

So name once more those who so deserve our hate,
May forever cursed be their fate!
The Grob, we won't let their crimes slide,
Gorfang Rotgut, Skarsnik, and Grimgor Ironhide!
The Uzkular, corpses without the decency to be dead,
Nagash, Krell, Ushoran, Neferata, and Khaled!
The Raki, vermin, no scum greater,
Deathmaster Snikch and Queek Head-Taker!
The Elgi, the most vile of traitors,
Malekith and Caledor, the entire race of oathbreakers!
Each grudge is a vow, each name a decree,
Till the Great Book of Grudges stands empty and free!