Frostbiter: A Dwarven Folk Song

The Ice Dragon of Kharzenfaal, is a Dwarven folk song more commonly known as "Frostbiter," which was the supposed name of the sword mentioned to be used by Glimrik Karst, the warrior who defeated one of the largest recorded Ice Dragons in Dwarven history.

E'ry winter it was all the same,
Dragons across the black sea came.
They terrorised lands with ice in their maw,
But without question, our kin stood tall.

There was a beast - a dragon cold,
That vanquished Dwarves in the days of old.
But now it's heart: it beats no more,
When Glimrik Karst killed Fallinor.

(Oh) The ice dragon of Kharzenfaal!
Oh, the stories that we could tell,
Of Dwarfolk ate and cities burned,
Til his awful tyranny was adjourned.
(Oh) The ice dragon of Kharzenfaal!
Now he's left to freeze in hell,
His bones are chipped and his eyes are shot,
Remains left to be forgot...

In Elderdays he fought and fought,
Armies of the High King's dwarves,
Sword and spears - they ricocheted,
The dragon they could not slay.

His eyes so cold, it's shadow dark,
The wings spread mountaintops apart.
Teeth like a hundred marching pikes,
And from his throat: a coat of ice.

Men, they quaked, women teared,
As this monster lives a thousand years.

(Oh) The ice dragon of Kharzenfaal!
Oh, the stories that we could tell,
Of Dwarfolk ate and cities burned,
Til his awful tyranny was adjourned.
(Oh) The ice dragon of Kharzenfaal!
Finally met his icy knell,
When Glimrik Karst emerged from his keep,
And between it's scales, he plunged in deep.

A sword forged on mountaincrop,
Beneath the stars, beneath the moon.
Where his hammer found its mark,
And the God's granted him with mighty boon.
Rang the voice of Moradin: "Slay the beast,
And free your kin!"
(Oh) Rang the voice of Moradin: "Slay this beast,
And be free of sin."

And so he strode onto the field,
Battle-raging, he would not yield.
He left his claw, and beryl axe,
The sword stood tall and cleared their tracks.
Weapons, smote by mighty smiths,
Seers, blessed them with their gylphs,
The army marching to the cliffs,
To meet their icy end.

But cried did he, the dragon's name:
"Fallinor, you're mine to claim!"
The folk did roar, the dragons jeered,
But now it's his name they fear.

(Oh) The ice dragon of Kharzenfaal!
Oh, the stories that we could tell,
Of Dwarfolk saved and cities built,
When Glimrik Karst pulled out his hilt!
(Oh) The ice dragon of Kharzenfaal!
All dragons know by who he fell,
As the light shine upon the earth,
The Dwarves look now to them in mirth.

E'ry winter it was all the same,
Dragons across the black sea came.
They terrorised lands with ice in their maw,
But still without question, our kin stood tall.