"While many does not expect it, the goblin tribes of Cerilia have an oral tradition stretching back millenia. A careful listener, if learned in the goblin tongue, would be able to hear this song around the fireplaces in the former Markazor provinces:"
"Pinkskins came across the plains
Brought us pain and misery
Killed our tribes killed our creed
Took our game for his own need
Run to the Hills, run for your lives
Run to the Hills, run for your lives
We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for we
Oh will we ever be set free?
Run to the Hills, run for your lives
Run to the Hills, run for your lives
Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing us goblins back to our holes
Killing when peace should be named
Murder for land a stab in the back
Women and children and cowards attack
Run to the Hills, run for your lives
Run to the Hills, run for your lives..."
OOC: All credit for original lyrics belong to Iron Maiden.