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In a time, when blood was spilled on the earth

Shigdurrah, the mother of all dragons gave birth

To her son, the king of dragons to come

And a kingdom to rule with power so strong...

His mother died early so he had to learn

How to fly, to fight, to kill and to burn

His enemies - human moths who destroy natures robe

While for his land he was the symbol of hope

His only aim was the freedom of his land

But his vision of his too soon got out of hand

Aware now of his powers and his invincible might

He started killing creatures, no matter of wrong or right

Dweorgesblod - the blood of dwarves who died

by the dragon's power

Dweorgesblod - the blood of dwarves who died

in the dragon's fire

Then the dragon fell into deep sleep

A cold december covered the scars of the land, the

dead humans and also the few dwarves and animals who

had survived the battle...

Earth and snow turned from red to white, while the dwarves

gathered deep beneath the surface in their tunnels,

to warm up their hearts, to remember the dead and

to forge plans, how to defeat the dragon.

Should he be slain, caught or suffer to death?

And how to fight his firelike breath?

A worm like mountains, crystal and high,

with wings like two forests, to awake storms and to fly...

Long was the frost, but it could not freeze their legends!

Legends of dragons, cruising the air with joy and pride!

The dragons of the seasons delight...

Their magic, their colours, their inspiring flight!

Thus they besieged him and spellbound him with his

Mother's heart... half-drawn in blood and half in tears.

They took away his sad and broken heart, and replaced it

With Shigdurrah's, a heartlike rubin...

So red and bright and full of life as

Dweorgesblod - the blood of dwarves who died

in the dragon's fire