Battle Hymn of Thornin Stonebreaker (pt.I)

Thornin Stonebreaker; there on the ledge,
He will keep his pledge.
The call was made,
He came as bade.
A clarion call for war,
Time to even the score!
Orcs did pillage,
His clan's village.
A dwarf doesn't stand tall,
But mock him, you will fall!
Not a king, noble, or solider,
Just himself, only bolder.
Horns blare, battle begins,
Life now in fate's whims.
Orcs charge; ready to kill,
Thornin stands stock still.
Axes swing, spears fly,
They pass on by.
Now it's his turn,
Lo, does hatred burn!