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The Brayherd has come. The horns are sounded and the pounding of hooves signals the arrival of a cunning lord of the beast. Hater of man. Arch Enemy of Todbringer. Kazhrak The One-Eye. Beware of the forest, the snarls just out of view, the shouts. For the Beastmen come to hunt and they listen to only one master and his cruel whip Scourge.

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Song: Suno & ChatGPT
Art: from official warhammer and Jang Yeunjae on Reddit
Editing: CapCut
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Lyrics:

Opening:
In the shadow of the Drakwald, where the dead branches creak,
Where the moon bleeds red on the forest’s teeth,
I walk the path carved in bone and iron,
Beastlord risen from the mire,
I am the dread you whisper when the wind howls low,
I am Khazrak… and this is the tale they never wished to know.

Verse 1:
I was born from horns and hatred, forged in wild unholy flame,
I learned early that the weak are prey and power carves a name.
Among braying herds of madness, I alone could still the flood—
Let the others rot in fury, I would bend them with my blood.
With my warhounds, black and snarling, tearing pilgrims from the road,
I spread fear like rotting incense where the Drakwald moonlight glowed.
For years I hunted shadows, striking fast and fading faster—
To the Empire I was terror… to the Beastmen, I was master.

Pre-Chorus:
And yet one man, one steel-bound will,
Would dare to stand against my chill—
Todbringer, with his Runefang bright,
Who sought my end beneath moonlight.

Chorus:
I am the One-Eye, the blood in the bark,
The whip-crack roar in the heart of the dark.
I wait, I watch, I strike, I maim—
Let Mankind curse my fearsome name.
For the forests sing when the weak ones die…
I am Khazrak. I am the One-Eye.

Verse 2:
He caught me once in Elsterweld beneath a sky of choking smoke,
Steel flashed, and pain like burning frost across my vision broke.
His blade carved deep—my eye spilled red, but my spirit did not fall;
I crawled back into the darkness with my hatred as my call.
Let the wound weep pus and venom, let them whisper I was lame—
My ruin became my fury, and my fury earned my fame.
For months I crouched in shadows, waiting for the perfect hour…
A wounded beast grows cunning, and cunning becomes power.

Pre-Chorus:
So when he marched to hunt me down,
Through forest roots and soil brown—
I sprung the trap he’d never see,
And paid him back his gift to me.

Chorus:
I am the One-Eye, the blood in the bark,
The whip-crack roar in the heart of the dark.
I wait, I watch, I strike, I maim—
Let Mankind curse my fearsome name.
For the forests sing when the weak ones die…
I am Khazrak. I am the One-Eye.

Verse 3:
Then Grimminhagen burned beneath my rising brayherd’s cries,
A storm of hooves and hatred rolling under blackened skies.
I struck their towns with patience, every raid a sharpened blade,
Till the Empire’s pride grew desperate and into my hands they strayed.
Ten thousand horns assembled, and at Sternhauser’s ancient keep,
I let their scouts report their hope before retreating from the sweep.
Two armies split like coiling snakes, jaws opening wide—
And I lay waiting in the crags, while their knights marched in stride.

Verse 4:
A thousand armored fools passed by, their banners weighed with gold,
My Gors trembled to charge them, but I held them, fierce and cold.
When the distant bray erupted, when the southern trap was sprung—
I leapt behind their rearguard with fire burning on my tongue.
My herd came down like thunder, hooves splitting earth and bone,
And the forest drank its fill of screams until it overflowed.
Knights toppled in their armor, drowned in blades and panicked cries—
And when the slaughter ended, even Beastman turned Beastman-wise.
Only Scourge—my whip of torment—kept their frenzy from the kill,
And from that day the herds bowed low beneath my iron will.

Bridge:
But even legends taste their dust,
And iron vows decay to rust—
Yet one last clash awaited me,
Against the man who’d set me free.

I am the One-Eye, the blood in the bark,
The whip-crack roar in the heart of the dark.
I wait, I watch, I strike, I maim—
Let Mankind curse my fearsome name.
For the forests sing when the weak ones die…
I am Khazrak. I am the One-Eye.

Outro:
In the world’s last burning twilight, when the End Times split the sky,
Todbringer sought his honor back, and I met him eye to eye.
He slew me in that final duel—but he did not walk away;
My horde tore him asunder for daring steal their lord that day.
Let the Empire write their legends, let their priests chant holy lies—
But deep within the Drakwald, my name forever cries.
For even in death’s shadow, my howl will never die…
I am Khazrak.
I am the One-Eye.