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Art used is by ptitvinc:
https://www.deviantart.com/ptitvinc/a...

If you are a fan of Kroll or the Fimir or are interested in learning more about them, you should probably check out the Warhammer Armies Project by Mathias Eliasson
https://warhammerarmiesproject.blogsp...
GW made him remove the lore from the blog, you can read more here:
  / saving_warhammer_armies_project_content  
Or if you don't have the minis, the OvN Lost Factions: Fimir mod for Total War: Warhammer 3, where Kroll leads the Tendrils of Doom in her path to godhood
https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfile...


Lyrics:

Oh, beware the marshlands, beware the tide,
Where the waters twist and the shadows hide.
For the waves may churn, and the still may creep,
There dwells Kroll, the Daemon of the Deep.

Sing ho, sing woe, when the brackish tides roll,
Hide your kin from the clutch of Kroll!
Her arms reach wide, her whispers steep,
Beware, beware the Daemon of the Deep!

Her tentacles writhe in the black of night,
Pulling ships to the depths, out of mortal sight.
Her beak is sharp, her hunger keen,
She’s the terror of bogs, both salt and green.

Sing ho, sing woe, when the brackish tides roll,
Hide your kin from the clutch of Kroll!
Her arms reach wide, her whispers steep,
Beware, beware the Daemon of the Deep!

The Fimir bow low with their offerings grim,
A life for a tentacle, or all for a limb.
She’ll coil round your dreams with a promise so sweet,
But a deal with Kroll ends in death’s cold seat.

She’ll plunder your pockets or place something there,
A token, a curse, or a net of despair.
And if you should hear her voice bubble and call,
Run fast from the marshes, or lose it all.

Sing ho, sing woe, when the brackish tides roll,
Hide your kin from the clutch of Kroll!
Her arms reach wide, her whispers steep,
Beware, beware the Daemon of the Deep!

So heed this song when the mist rolls in,
When the waters rise and the air grows thin.
For the Daemon of the Deep will forever keep,
Her grasp on those who wander too deep.

Sing ho, sing woe, when the brackish tides roll,
Hide your kin from the clutch of Kroll!
Her arms reach wide, her whispers steep,
Beware, beware the Daemon of the Deep!

Sing ho, sing woe, when the brackish tides roll,
Hide your kin from the clutch of Kroll!
Her arms reach wide, her whispers steep,
Beware, beware the Daemon of the Deep!

Beware…
Beware…