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In the frozen wastes where ice rules alone,
Throgg sits upon his rocky throne.
A crown of filth rings his tusks with pride,
The flesh of heroes in his maw, once defied.
No court, no counsel, just the frost and stone,
The King of Trolls, Wintertooth's own.

They call him a beast, mind twisted and vile,
But his eyes gleam sharp with a cunning smile.
He sees the folly in men's grand designs,
For their kingdoms will shatter in winter’s shrines.

Men and beasts, who draws the line?
Is it the sword or the cunning mind?
Throgg, the beast, the King, the wise,
Men and beasts, who survives?

Once content with blood on the snow,
He hunted and raided, a monster's show.
But a spark ignited in his frozen heart,
A vision of war, a monstrous start.
If men seek the beast, then beasts they shall meet,
As he gathers his horde, the north at his feet.

A warlord, a tyrant, a king with a plan,
To crush the hubris of every man.
The frost will claim the cities' sprawl,
An age of beasts, the end of all.

Men and beasts, who draws the line?
Is it the sword or the cunning mind?
Throgg, the beast, the King, the wise,
Men and beasts, who survives?

In the heart of Praag, he stands alone,
Wizards captured, magic his own.
A troll born with intellect's might,
To lead his kind into endless night.
The ice age dawns, the dark gods smile,
As the beasts march forth, mile by mile.

In Middenheim, he clashed with the damned,
Sigvald's betrayal met with Throgg's wrathful hand.
Trolls, Dragon Ogres, a monstrous tide,
Chaos converges with Throgg as its guide.
Men crumble before the beast's grand plan,
For in his heart, the mind of a man.

Men and beasts, who draws the line?
Is it the sword or the cunning mind?
Throgg, the beast, the King, the wise,
Men and beasts, who survives?

The storm rolls on, the winter's breath,
Throgg’s vision brings a chilling death.
Men and beasts, a struggle divine,
In the end, it’s the cunning that defines.
King of Trolls, Wintertooth, men’s bane,
He shatters the chains, breaks their reign.
Men and beasts, all the same,
In Throgg’s age, none remain.

"I will not be the one mind
In a race of blunt, witless animals!"

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