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Mighty shall fall once again

Unleash your flame once more!

In the Age long gone, world was ours

Of gray crags, archtrees and everlasting dragons!

But then there was fire, light and the dark

and from that dark they came to steal our spark

They stood against us, with their armies so large

And we burned so many, yet they still just marched on

Might of their Lords was was way too strong

When they challenged us we couldn´t stand long

Their mighty bolts peeled apart our scales

They unleashed upon death and disease

Their witches weaved great firestorms

Soon we were gone and dragons were no more

Alone now I stand, against the dark

Last of my kind, keeper of the spark

Let them come and hear my roar

I the last of the dragons will still soar!