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Mounting chivalry grand as never seen

Legions of the Drakèe, warriors from the West

The flattinghammer of the armies

Proudly make a one to ten war look like a flogging

Thirty four years of wandering, on a world filled with Mystery

But thus is my destiny, which I shall not forsake

For what comes when I complete these preparations, is glory

Something there in is in beauty and it lies in the soul of the beholder, like a flower, fragile, for many are the blights that may waste the beauty or the beholder and imperishable, for the beauty may die, or the beholder may die, or the world may die

Thirty six years, I have not seen

She-who-carries-my-heart-and-doth-not-do-it

The soul in which the flower grows survives forever

With a dragon's blaze (x2)

Clashing majestuously

Making destruction and death an art

They wield their swords as thunder wields the lightning

Impeccably and state of the art

Ages have passed

Their names have dimmed

And their words have fled

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