Steel Rose Song Night

 Every night when the dancing begins. musicians are encouraged to come up to the stage, and prime the audience for the dancers' performances to come. This night, a ancient gnome with a swatch of pink hair, threaded with the silver that comes with age, faced the audience.

"This song was written by the sole survivor of the demonic assault on their position; the defenders of Hyjal were desperately trying to finish their preparations for the demons. Several bands of volunteers deployed at choke points to slow the Burning Legion advance. Many of them died under demon claws and fangs, but a few, deeply wounded, managed to survive. The delaying action bought the defenders crucial time, and as you can see, we are still here. Azeroth survived."

A respectful silence settled on the crowd as the gnome strummed his lyre and began ((Sung to Garetrh Brooks' IRELAND))

"They say Azeroth is bleeding

With every warlock soul is born.

They summon Sargarath's minions 

Demon eyes are full of scorn.

They snarl and bleed corruption

Twisting beast and tree alike

Assaulting sacred Mount Hyjal

Nordrassil the target of their strike.

We are twenty against hundreds

In the Night Elves desperate war

Astride the road we will be fighting

Until the demons overwhelm our score.

They will wait until the evening,

As they are weakened by the sky. 

The Hammers of Magni all stand ready

No alternative but to die.

Ironforge, I'm coming home

I can see the snow-capped peaks 

and hallways made of stone.

I'm leaping out over fiery gorge

I' coming home, Ironforge.

Captain Tbelle, she lays bleeding

And she groans and sas to me

"Our men are now yor for the healing,

In this fel-damned catastrophe.

And I look up all around me

I see warrior, mage, and priest.

Our job to slow the demons down

and gain half an hour at least.

Ironforge, I'm coming home

I can see the snow-capped peaks 

and hallways made of stone.

I'm leaping out over fiery gorge

I'm coming home, Ironforge.

Now the smoke is deep and heavy

As we chain our pains and fears.

Terror in their screaming,

They approach our line and grow near.

There are no words to be spoken

Just a look to say goodbye.

We charge before they're ready

And they die to Dwarven battle cry!

Ironforge, I'm coming home

I can see the snow-capped peaks 

and hallways made of stone.

I'm leaping out over fiery gorge

I'm coming home, Ironforge."

The audience cheered,  banging their fists on the table, and a shower of coin began to flow to the stage. 

"Cassia, wasn't the Hammers of Magni Uncle Gryffonclaw's... " began Snow, but Cassia interrupted him, tears in her eyes. "Yes... the song was written by a healing paladin named Dayn FitzSilver." She grinned through her tears. "He has not sung that since I was a babe."

((Wrote this when WoW came out of Beta and my main hooked up with an almost all-Dwarf guild called The Hammer of Magni. Been lost for quite awhile.))