[OCPoetry]Dwarven Slaves For His Majesty

Dwarven slaves for his majesty Marching through molten roads dwarves mourn for their winter cold , shackles sway to an fro towards the kingdom of black stone. Mass Groans echoed halls , the Black Marshall enforced his law pleased to see their prides fall , now completed master's call. Send the messenger to the lord's thrall , announce how they shall build mighty walls our black fortress stands Tall. The era of demon prospers long. Exhaust their race , dead by dawn. Victory has bathed us all.

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