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[Repeat ta fade, or till yer fleggin’ drunk an’ flat] <br>
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Journal
ADAM expedition · Grimnich
Mining Song · 2nd Scaled Gauntlet
Crumpin' crew · Kaegan's fall
Crumpette · 3rd Scaled Gauntlet
Creating Mithril Armor · FEAT Crump
Dwergen Combat · Sentinel Helms
Visimontium Migration · Drannuhl
Will of Dagath · Battle fer Westshore
Rift Closure Helms · Trip ta Galdos


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10th November 2004 Mining Song with Grimnich Ovherzode; West Warrens, Nanshi Urbaz


((With many apologies to Survivor. Sung to the tune of "Eye of the Tiger"))


Fires of our Fathers


Goin’ down, back ta the mine,
Got me pick, got me ‘ammer.
I go the distance, where the jewels do shine,
Jus’ a dorf an’ his will ta survive


So many times, it ‘appens too fast,
Ye change yer passion fer glory,
Ye mus’ stay true an’ remain in Deglos,
Ye mus’ fight, jus’ ta keep it alive.


Chorus:


‘tis the… ‘ammer an’ anvil, gonna work through the night..
Workin’ hard at the forges of our fathers....
An’ the las’, bloody ingot, gonna forge it jus’ right..
While we're poundin' away at the fires........................... of our fathers..


  • dun, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-duhhh

The fires, of our fathers....


Wealth of ol’ kings, lies in the dark,
’round e’ry corner there waits danger.
I be fightin’, fer me god an’ me clan,
Jus’ a dorf wi’ his will ta survive


‘tis the… ‘ammer an’ anvil, gonna work through the night..
Workin’ ‘ard at the forges of our fathers....
An’ the las’, bloody ingot, gonna forge it jus’ right..
While we're poundin' away at the fires........................... of our fathers..


  • dun, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-duhhh

The fires, of our fathers....


[Repeat ta fade, or till yer fleggin’ drunk an’ flat]


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