In the town of Tjolmar,
stout and bold,
Lived dwarf ambassador
— Ingramosch,
With a heart of iron
and tales to unfold,
He journeyed far
as the kingdom’s envoy.
But fate took a turn,
so unforeseen,
A golden dragon,
mighty and grand,
With eyes of fire,
gleaming keen,
Petrified Ingramosch,
where he would stand.
In his frozen state,
a statue of awe,
Ingramosch awaited
a hero’s call,
And six unknown souls,
without a flaw,
Answered the plea,
they would not let him fall.
They battled the dragon,
fierce and untamed,
With valor and strength,
they stood as one,
Through fire and fury,
they never waned,
Their bravery shone
beneath the sun.
Their swords clashed
with the dragon’s might,
As the six heroes fought
with all their might,
And as the dragon fell
in the final fight,
Ingramosch was freed from
his petrified plight.
Oh, brave heroes,
saviors of the dwarf,
Ingramosch’s gratitude
knows no bounds,
Your valor and courage,
beyond all worth,
For in your actions,
true heroism resounds.
Now the ambassador
stands tall and free,
His heart filled with
gratitude and grace,
Ingramosch,
a symbol of unity,
Bearing the memory of those
heroes they embrace.
In the pubs of Tjolmar
and in its streets,
The tale of Ingramosch
shall forever be told,
Of the golden dragon
and the heroes six,
Their deeds of valor,
a saga untold.