Chapter V: Vhalgor, Bane of Old

For ages I have slept below, Where molten rivers carve the stone. I made your sacred halls my den. I built my kingdom from your bones. Your fathers fled before my wings. Their golden banners fed my flame. Their molten crowns adorn my hoard. Their dying songs still speak my name. Vhalgor! Bane of Old! I am the fire beneath the stone! Vhalgor! Bane of Old! This buried kingdom is my throne! Bring me your oath, bring me your chosen! Bring me the steel your fathers forged! I am Vhalgor, Bane of Old! And all below is mine! Yet through the deep, a hammer sounds. Forgotten anvils sing again. That rune-lit metal calls to me And stirs the memory of pain. I know the power in that blade. I knew its fire before your birth. But mortal hands cannot command The blood that slumbers in the earth. Vhalgor! Bane of Old! I am the fire beneath the stone! Vhalgor! Bane of Old! This buried kingdom is my throne! Bring me your oath, bring me your chosen! Bring me the steel your fathers forged! I am Vhalgor, Bane of Old! And all below is mine! I know the shape of mortal hope. It shines the brightest as it breaks. I watched your kings descend in pride. I heard them beg beneath my gaze. Come claim the heart your people lost. Come raise the blade your dead implore. Your oath is kindling for my flame. Your bones shall guard my hidden door. Come down. Bring steel. Bring oath and flame. I have devoured greater names. Come down. Bring Grimbane to my throne. Your final path is walked alone. Vhalgor! Bane of Old! I am the darkness given form! Vhalgor! Bane of Old! My wings shall break the coming storm! Bring me your wrath, bring me your vengeance! Let Grimbane blaze as legends told! I am Vhalgor! I am the mountain! I am the Bane of Old! Come, chosen one... Descend ... alone.