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My axe thirsts for blood the gods

Request the heart of a frost born dragon

With a breath as cold as the slicing wind of the mountain tops

And eyes as blue

As the solid lakes of the place where i was born

The dragon lives on the highest peak of all

Creating storms of sharp icicles

And hail from hell casting the runes of voyage

I jump in a portal taking me to the living frost hell of the dragon's lair

My skin is getting frostbitten by the sharp cutting wind

I can hear the dragon soaring in the skies

The beast's eyes lock into mine

With a stare strong enough to freeze any spirit

But the gods are looking at me and i must make the them proud

I prepare for the fight of my life

Gathering all the power and bracing myself for the dragon

To throw itself at me with all his cold might

Here it comes the fight

Is absurd my axe cutting the flesh of the dragon

And his claws shredding mine blood of both

Shed every where but at the end

I rip the heart out of the carcass of the dragon

Glorious i raise the heart of the dragon as a trophy and a gift

To the gods