| 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 |