Prologue   So you want to hear a tale, you say?   A true story from my younger days?   I'll try to recall, so now listen well   as I tell you about this demon from Hell      Far to the north, into the barren Wastes we went, my companions and I   To a place where the lost stronghold of king Tharngrim was said to lie   After many a peril we found it, but a shadow hung over the place   We were told of a prophecy. A demon returning one of these days      Pre Chorus   Shortly the keep was beset by a tide of Chaos, and we were pushed back   to the innermost hall, where we prepared a last stand for the final attack      Chorus   Though we had fought hard and well our hopes were dead and gone,   for we all knew that the worst was yet to come   So there we stood in silence and stark fear, awaiting our fate   Then the silence ended as a tremendous force shattered the last gate      Ablaze in the darkness of the smashed gate was a pair of eyes. Like burning coal   It was violence incarnate, terrifying beyond comprehension to behold   Then it spoke with a roaring voice, and eyes shining brightly with insane bloodthirst   "I've come back, just as I promised. Well, little dwarfs, who wants to die first?"      Pre Chorus   Like a blood soaked god it came, truly the terror of its name   For the blood and souls it came, for an old debt to be claimed      Chorus   As the prophecy foretold the foul demon returned   And the noble king Tharngrim painfully learned   that yesterdays glory can be turned into tomorrows doom   when he faced the Terror down in the mountain's gloom      Bridge   Its axe rose and fell in great bloody arcs, turning the floor into a red lake   as it ploughed through the dwarf host and left a crimson ruin in its wake      Chorus   And despite the sentinels' determination to protect their king   I witnessed the prophecy come true as the king was slain by this vile thing      Epilogue   Well, the story has come to an end   I hope you have enjoyed the tale, my friend   But listen to me, and listen well   They do exist, these demons from Hell   So now be sure to remember, my son,   that Chaos snare the unwary one