Hero

Dagin Bar never lost before
The armour reaches his core
Short and huge with blood red eyes
A dwarf who fights as the day dies

The great guns roar so mightily
Heard from sea to sea
Music to Dagin’s ears
Like a painting the fog of war clears

His sword longer than he is
Legions are ghosts and fear is fizz
All his old friends dead and tombed
Not the future but the past loomed

Dagin Bar the Bastard of the Mountain Top
He whom neither teeth nor brawn could stop