You ask us why, oh goblin friend,
You were fought, you were struck down,
You do ask why you met your end,
Why you never rose to receive a crown.

Well here's a reason plain and simple,
From a Dwarf if from no one else,
Terror and fear you spread, it was ample,
And so I slashed as if you were a mouse.

For you dear greenskin, are an enemy,
To races far and wide,
You trespass and commit felonies,
Your kind massacre, slay, then hide.

So I say to you, filthy goblinoid,
To hell with your pitiful cries!
Think of the creatures your kind has destroyed,
As my axe is the predominant thing in your mind.

This Dwarf shall be a Champion,
To any who need his help,
From the goblins who feed carrion,
I'll aid giants, pups and whelps.

Dwarven Chieftain,
Riashain a'Bertal

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Scarlatan, in the year 364 AF.