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Lyrics:

O Behemat, the mightiest and rightiest of all!
O Behemat, Your sons hear your call!
O Behemat, Your children still grow after your fall!
O Behemat, in Your Name we'll stomp the small!

Gather round, ya big-limbed lot, let’s tell of ol' Behemat's start,
He was stuck in Ymnog’s gut, tryin' to tear his way apart.
With his brothers Gorg and Ama-Gorag, drunk on gut-rot strong,
They brewed a stinkin' moonshine lake, it didn’t take too long.

Ymnog’s belly groaned and grumbled, oh he couldn’t keep ‘em down,
Behemat made a break for it, while his brothers spun around.
Hammered at them fangs so hard, they splintered, formed the peaks,
That's why the mountains are so jagged, 'cause Behemat found his feet!

O Behemat, the mightiest and rightiest of all!
O Behemat, Your sons hear your call!
O Behemat, Your children still grow after your fall!
O Behemat, in Your Name we'll stomp the small!

Gorkamorka, the green god git, thought he’d set a nasty test,
Drank up Hysh’s Gleamin' Bay, left the city in a mess.
Behemat weren't one to be bested, he laughed a mighty bellow,
He tripped into the Girdlesea, and drowned them pointy-fellas.

He ripped off the top of Mount Krolosid, plugged Vulcatrix’s flame,
The duardin came a-spillin' out, but Behemat stomped ‘em lame.
“Too short now, eh?” he roared with glee, smashed ‘em into rubble,
The world shook as he walked away, leavin' only trouble!

O Behemat, the mightiest and rightiest of all!
O Behemat, Your sons hear your call!
O Behemat, Your children still grow after your fall!
O Behemat, in Your Name we'll stomp the small!

Then Dracothion rained down meteors, burnin' with silver fire,
Gorkamorka dared ol’ Behemat, called him a gutless liar.
So up he climbed, that tallest peak, yellin' like a thunderstorm,
Meteors cracked on his skull, but even then he stayed warm.

But the stars came down too heavy, and Behemat had enough,
He swatted ‘em away like flies, the ground turned mighty rough.
Where they fell, the Seraphon rose, with scales of shining gold,
Behemat grinned, spat on the dirt, new craters born, I’m told.

O Behemat, the mightiest and rightiest of all!
O Behemat, Your sons hear your call!
O Behemat, Your children still grow after your fall!
O Behemat, in Your Name we'll stomp the small!

Last challenge came from Gorkamorka, this one shook the sky,
"Go fight Sigmar, the Hammer God, or admit yer naught but a lie."
Behemat roared, clad in stone, as he stormed across Ghyran,
Crushed the cities, made the rivers red, to Sigmar's land he ran.

They fought like storms, the world did crack, their blood made rivers flow,
But mighty Sigmar struck his chin, and Behemat took the blow.
Down he fell, the earth did shake, and new lands rose above,
But before he slept, he birthed us all, his children born of love.

O Behemat, the mightiest and rightiest of all!
O Behemat, Your sons hear your call!
O Behemat, Your children still grow after your fall!
O Behemat, in Your Name we'll stomp the small!

Now Behemat sleeps beneath the land, but his blood is in our veins,
We stomp, we crush, we grow and brawl, no one can hold our chains.
Each day we grow, each step we take, the earth does feel his weight,
For one day soon, a new Titan’s rise shall be our mighty fate!

O Behemat, your spirit’s still alive!
Your sons and daughters, big and bold, will keep yer name and thrive!
O Behemat, the World Titan reborn in our stride!
We’ll stomp and roar, and all the realms shall fear our Titan tide!

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