Brutes all gathered in their Bastions,
Guarding gold with blind passion.
Shattered halls and crimson banners,
Through the ruins, axes hammer.
Lava flows, the bridges burning,
Another thief, another warning.
Trespass here, you’ll lose your head,
Leave you crawling, left for dead.
Gold is power, gold is fate,
Blood runs deep through ancient gates.
Snout lords rule, no one defies,
Cross their path? You’ll never survive.
Piles of treasure, walls of stone,
Fortress built on broken bones.
Once a kingdom, now decayed,
Still they fight, still they slay.
Bartering means nothing here,
All they know is brute and spear.
Enter once—won’t leave again,
You’re a thief, they’re born to win!
Gold is power, gold is fate,
Blood runs deep through ancient gates.
Snout lords rule, no one defies,
Cross their path? You’ll never survive.
Once they ruled, now they fall…
Halls now hollow, but they call…
Gold corrupts, gold deceives…
Yet they kill for what they need.
Gold is power, gold is fate,
Blood runs deep through ancient gates.
Snout lords rule, no one defies,
Cross their path? You’ll never survive.