Dwarven Drinking Song

When the last hammer strikes in Moradin’s hall
Its echoes fade from the forests tall
Ale in the glass makes stomachs sick
Iron breaks like an autumn stick
Ninkash’s heart turns icy cold
Stew in the pot tastes 10 years old
When the mountains wash into the sea
That’s the last good day for a dwarf to be.

An Imperial Conflict

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