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"By the sound of the dragon's roar,
The blood fo the gods' will spill for ever more,
Foretelling the death of kings,
With the sound of fear that forever rings,
Rivers of red, the color of blood,
There the village was fled during a flood,
Even the Earth seems to be dead,
Three men stay to fight after many have fled,
The Knights of the Mighty King start the fight,
One in Gold, with the power of flight,
One in Silver, with the power of sight,
And one in bronze, with the power of light.

With the knights fighting as one,
The dragon's only hope was to run,
But the knights did not take any chances,
They all strike the dragon with their mighty lances,
The dragon was not killed with this blow,
But was bound by a spell until its heart was set a glow,

The dragon now sleeps in the cavern of light,
Were the knights took their right,
The lighte taht covers the dragon,
Is the spell that bound the dragon?
He that awakes the dagon without saying his name,
Will have a future filled with pain,
So choose your fate wise,
For only one can get the Dragon to rise."