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The Hound of Judgment - A Theodore Bruckner Song | Warhammer Fantasy | Empire of Man

#warhammer #warhammerfantasy #totalwarwarhammer3 #warhammerempire #warhammermusic #aimusic Lyrics: In Nuln's great halls where justice is made, There stands a giant with executioner's blade, Strength untold, a man like a tower, Mysterious origins, ruthless and dour. They whisper of Norsca, of blood tainted deep, Of alchemy's touch in the secrets they keep, But none dare to ask when he enters the room, For Theodore Bruckner brings death and is doom. The Hound of Judgment, Sword of the Elector Countess! Her judicial champion, The Titan Headsman! He'll take your head with Liarsbane, Gifted the Baleflame Amulet! His lance does strike like thunder, Riding the Demigryph, the Hound of Judgment! Lord Kraster came with technique and speed, Disarmed the giant—a masterful deed, But even though he lost his sword, Theodore Bruckner was undeterred. Lifted the knight with his unnatural might, And snapped his back, ending the fight. No general, no leader, just muscle and bone, A decade he's served at the countess's throne. The Hound of Judgment, Sword of the Elector Countess! Her judicial champion, The Titan Headsman! He'll take your head with Liarsbane, Gifted the Baleflame Amulet! His lance does strike like thunder, Riding the Demigryph, the Hound of Judgment! Riding Reaper through the gates of hell, Where Daemons rise and the righteous fell, The abbey burned with plague and spite, Theodore charged into endless night. The Maggot Lord awaited, bloated and foul, In ritual darkness with Nurgle's howl, Though death and damnation stood at his side. The Hound of Judgment would not be denied. The Hound of Judgment, Sword of the Elector Countess! Her judicial champion, The Titan Headsman! He'll take your head with Liarsbane, Gifted the Baleflame Amulet! His lance does strike like thunder, Riding the Demigryph, the Hound of Judgment! Reaper's talons tore the rotting flesh, Its beak struck true in the battle's mesh, Tamurkhan fell, but his axe found its mark, The noble beast collapsed in the dark. Bruckner arose with blade held high, Hacking and slashing as maggots did fly, But the true form emerged, that parasitic blight, And fastened its horror on Bruckner's might. The amulet flared like a dying star, Elspeth's design, planned from the start, In amethyst fire both warrior and worm, Burned to nothing—so died the Maggot Lord. The Storm of Magic collapsed on itself, The Daemons banished back to their hells, Nuln was saved by the sacrifice made, By the Hound of Judgment and his mighty blade. The Hound of Judgment, Sword of the Elector Countess! Her judicial champion, The Titan Headsman! He'll take your head with Liarsbane, Gifted the Baleflame Amulet! His lance does strike like thunder, Riding the Demigryph, the Hound of Judgment!