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Born neath the sign

Of the mighty winged reptile,

With pride I have lived

Endowed by birth with the gift!

Now with honor I rise

Once more I take to the sky

Astride furious beasts I fly!

With dragons I ride

A majestic warlord of the sky!

Soaring high, Wyverns fly

Battle ecstasy is nigh!

Breathing fire, spitting flame

My dragon throne I reclaim!

A burning black sword in my grasp

Spears howl to rip flesh apart

Yet lo! Our banner’s holding fast!

With hatred we strike back

Cutting out their hearts

Drown them in a sea of blood!

Hymns echo in the clouds

The clash of our steel!

Driven in hegira of retreat

Our foes surrender and kneel!

Emerging from the fray,

Victorious we stand forever true

Strong and brave, ours is the day!

“And in the aftermath of carnage, corpse mounds crowd the field of battle. A sinister mist lingers over the bodies of the slain, her merciful veils covering the atrocious sight of slaughter, spilt blood and torn viscera. So many league fellows fell today, so many heroes lost, so many broken swords… Yet no battle but a war we have hereby won! O friends, grieve not overmuch! Set the dead to their pyre; sing their fame by the lyre… And high in the mournful evening sky, mighty black dragons raise a final hail of farewell and then away they fly!”

In memory of fallen lords

Dragons lament with sad red eyes

Envenomed tears, darkened by plight;

Fiery sobs, flames in their dirge

For dragon lords who once stood tall

Won’t breathe the wind no more...

Only their spirit lingers on

A legend eternal to forge

And into glorious war lead us anon!