The Tainted Thegn, Fulgid Glim

The Tainted Thegn is come again, he sweeps South to the fulgent lands.

All his reign is knavery; a tide of blood is in his hands.

In all the years we've not seen one who shined as bright as him

when stood at the gates while Helmrood burned...

...and sang, did Fulgid Glim.

The Tainted Thegn and his Dire Men

Thus sang the mangled minstrel of the coming of Fulgid Glim during the time of Quaking and of Mourning in Qaarra:

He came upon us from the bruiséd North,

Leading forth a host of brigand knav'ry

Who once were only feuding petty-kings,

born to desp'rate battle and gloried death.

But Fulgid Glim gave to them many gifts

And each their bloody praises did he sing;

and forth they came under a new accord,

'Neath the flag of the Many-eyed, Mumbling Thing.

On Glim's brow the crown of cabbages he bore

And the Dire Men called him their Tainted Thegn;

They rode on us in darkness and unease

To throw down the nacreous towers of yore

Where dwelt the darkly dreaming deities.

Now our untimely bruised and bloodied night 

does Fulgid beset with his ugsome thegns:

Greer of dank and mossy mane, crusher of

brittle-bonéd men; and Thjornig Marrow,

who rides to cleave the face of death itself;

Ullidge Brood, who bears the beastly flag

In place of Blind Krell before him, who was slain;

Gorespindle, whose wicked barbs crave flesh;

And Ditherprank, whose mirthful cranium 

is born upon his oddly faithful mute;

And Toller Brigg with his loathsome ordure;

And Brinnae the Goad of rage-mad valour;

And many a blood-soaked tyrant beside.

They come to test our bones on edge of knife,

And beat into our skulls with shrieking axe;

To plunge our hapless land in deeper strife,

To unseam our sickly kerns and burn our shacks;

To rifle through the bones and carry forth

Our burnéd trinkets to the gory North.