Literature
Anceint Dwarven Battle Song
Smog, rise! Sun, dies!
Blot the sun, prepare for war!
Heave, ho! Ready? Go!
Men, prepare to face the hoard!
Long ago, in days long past, the sun god cursed our race,
And now we dwell under the ground, away from his mighty face!
In the light we burn to ash, but we have methods yet:
We cloud the sky to go outside, and fight invading threats.
Fire, burn! Gears, turn!
Light of sun will not avail...
Heave, ho! Let it go!
Our enemies under this veil...