In Old Kraag’gol (The Song of Hukraz)

[Sadok]

In Old Kraag’gol (The Song of Hukraz)



((If you're looking for a tune to fit it to, Simon & Garfunkel's Scarborough Fair was going through my head at the time.))

In old Kraag’gol, where I was born
Pale sun rises this icy morn
The campfire’s warmth, our watchmen share
Dire-wolves lurk in cruel Magoth’s lair
Legends are made from this compound
Battles are fought, Wolfkings are crowned
Winds howl fierce on battlements worn
In old Kraag’gol, where I was born.

In old Kraag’gol, where I was born
Red Blades gather and oaths are sworn
The brave and true, the strong and tall
Muster as one in old Kraag’gol
“With tooth and claw, with axe and sword
Bring the fight to the Thunderlord!
Beat the war-drums and sound the horn!”
In old Kraag’gol, where I was born.

In old Kraag’gol, where I was born
Homes are empty, the lair forlorn
No, there will be no turning back
Orc and wolf are on the attack
To the spirits we give our thanks
Then we burst through Thunderlord ranks
Blades are shattered, armor is shorn
Far from Kraag’gol, where I was born.

Far from Kraag’gol, where I was born
My blood was spilled, my flesh was torn
The Gronnstalker’s spear struck me fast
Piercing my chest, I breathed my last
I’m laid to rest upon the pyre
And swallowed by the raging fire
Clan Redblade will all surely mourn
In old Kraag’gol, where I was born.

In old Kraag’gol, where I had died
My heir, she waits by the pyre’s side
To my spirit she pled and prayed:
"Papa, come back… I need your aid!"
This she begged, this child Matriarch
There came no answer from the dark
The whole night long, she cried and cried
In old Kraag’gol, where I had died.