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White Dwarf - A Grombrindal Song | Warhammer Fantasy | Age of Sigmar

#warhammer #warhammerfantasy #ageofsigmar #aos #warhammer3 #dwarf #warhammermusic #aimusic Lyrics: In the ages of old, before the world split, When kin were strong, when our grudges were lit, A hero arose from the depths of stone, A figure of vengeance, he wanders alone. A cloak of grey, a beard white as snow, No one knows from where he may go. Some say he's Snorri, returned from the dead, Others whisper he's the love Valaya once wed. White Dwarf, spirit of wrath and might, White Dwarf, guardian of kin in the blackest night. When the hammers fall and the axes swing, The White Dwarf rises, an Ancestor King. From the War of the Beard to battles untold, Grombrindal appeared, his fury cold. At Tor Alessi, his axe sang with hate, The blood of the Elves marked the vengeance of fate. In the shadow of Cragmere, when hope was all lost, He stood alone, defying the cost. The Skaven, the Greenskins, fell by his hand, He was a storm, a fury unplanned. With the Rune Helm of Zhufbar and Grimnir’s axe, He reaped his toll with relentless attacks. Glimril scales shone in the fires of war, His cloak of Valaya, a relic of yore. White Dwarf, the wrath that won't fade, White Dwarf, ancestral spirit, our unyielding blade. When the darkness comes and shadows creep, The White Dwarf awakes from his ancient sleep. At Whale Bridge he stood, the lone causeway’s guard, An-Cas the Boastful, struck down, left charred. At Bitter Peak, the miners held fast, A white-bearded hero, rallying at last. When Umthi was doomed, surrounded by foes, The Goblins recoiled as the legend arose. His axe flashed like lightning, his roar like a storm, The White Dwarf appeared, in blood-soaked form. He disappears like a shadow, no trace to be found, But the heaps of his victims still stain the ground. Shrines are built where his rage was laid bare, The Duardin remember, the old oaths they swear. White Dwarf, our fury, our flame, White Dwarf, the savior unknown, the hero unnamed. When the mountains quake and the anvils ring, The White Dwarf rises, our eternal king. Now in the Realms, where chaos runs deep, He fights no longer just in vengeance’s sweep. A guide to his kin, a guardian so wise, The flame of his rage turned to steel in his eyes. The Age of Sigmar, a time of new birth, Grombrindal stands watch over every hearth. No longer an avatar of old grudges' rage, He leads the Duardin to a brighter age. The Drengi swear oaths by the gleam of his beard, His might feared, his wisdom is revered. For the White Dwarf is more than just war’s ancient ghost, He’s the heart of his people, their unyielding host. White Dwarf, our beacon, our star, White Dwarf, protector and guide, who’s traveled so far. In the Mortal Realms, where the battles sing, The White Dwarf stands, an eternal king. Oh, Grombrindal, the White Dwarf we hail, With axe and helm, your spirit prevails. The Duardin march on, with you by our side, For in your shadow, we stand with pride.