The Doom of Grimnir - A Fyreslayer Song | Warhammer Age of Sigmar | Vulcatrix | Duardin

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Lyrics:

(Dreng!)
(Dreng!)
(Dreng!)
(Dreng!)

When the Realms first came to be,
And our gods were scattered thin,
Grimnir woke in burning Aqshy,
With fury singing beneath his skin.
Bound in chains upon the mountains,
He swore an oath no god would break:
To pay his debt to mighty Sigmar,
A reckoning for honor’s sake.

But Sigmar, fearing lesser foes
Would mock the Berserker God’s desire,
Named a terror born of ages—
Vulcatrix, the Mother of Fire.
And so Grimnir took the challenge,
No hesitation, doubt, or fear;
For conflict was his heart's desire,
And his death-songs ever in his ear.

Sing of the Doom of Grimnir,
And Vulcatrix’s molten roar;
Where god and godbeast shattered
Where the Hills are no more.
Where the sparks became the mountains,
And shards came down like molten rain—
Sing of the Doom of Grimnir,
Who never raised his axe again.

Across the blazing hills he wandered,
Through ash where nothing dared to live;
The air itself bowed back in terror
At the wrath she had to give.
Vulcatrix rose, a living mountain,
Her scales like continents afire;
Her breath the birth-cry of all flame,
Her heart a storm of burning ire.

Yet still Grimnir strode onward,
A god of oath and fearsome pride;
His beard a comet’s streaming fury,
His axe a star at his side.
He roared her name into the heavens,
She answered with a world of heat;
And the land shuddered beneath them
When god and godbeast chose to meet.

Sing of the Doom of Grimnir,
And Vulcatrix’s molten roar;
Where god and godbeast shattered
Where the Hills are no more.
Where the sparks became the mountains,
And shards came down like molten rain—
Sing of the Doom of Grimnir,
Who never raised his axe again.

Blade met fang in showers blazing—
A storm of embers that lit the sky.
The stars themselves seemed dim and withered
When wrath like this came forth to die.
Seven wounds Grimnir carved in fury,
Seven torrents of magma bled;
And countless wounds she raked upon him,
Yet still he fought, unbowed, unbent.

The ground split wide at every strike,
The mountains flattened where they stood;
The Earthwound Archipelago
Rose steaming from the crimson flood.
And when the final charge came crashing,
Both spirits burst in burning shards—
A doom so fierce the heavens trembled,
And Aqshy bore eternal scars.

Sing of the Doom of Grimnir,
And Vulcatrix’s molten roar;
Where god and godbeast shattered
Where the Hills are no more.
Where the sparks became the mountains,
And shards came down like molten rain—
Sing of the Doom of Grimnir,
Who never raised his axe again.

From their ruin fell the coals
That birthed new peaks of fire and stone;
Volcanoes rose where fragments landed,
Great beasts from embers grown.
And through the ashen, smoking silence
A wonder drifted on the air—
Ur-gold gleamed like sacred promise,
Grimnir’s essence scattered there.

The spirit of the god and wyrm,
Their fury mixed in molten grace;
A final gift to all of Aqshy,
A mark that time shall never erase.
And though the Shattered God lies broken,
His children hold his flame on high—
For oaths are stronger than destruction,
And legends never truly die.

Sing of the Doom of Grimnir,
Of Vulcatrix, of burning birth;
Where death remade the Realm of Fire
And changed the very face of its earth.
Where Ur-gold shone from the ruin,
And mountains rose from death and pain—
Sing of the Doom of Grimnir,
Who shall raise his axe again.