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Smog and fire, swelling through the den

Forty thousand Dragonspawn are rising up again

Fear begets the kobolds and their kin

One among the fodder will be chosen to lead them

Clear, his path, visions in the flame

Ancient cities far from home his people must reclaim

Through the roost, summoning the horde

Raising high the sword which the dragon bestowed him

Death! Destruction and waste his path

Ash of the vanquished succumb to its wrath

Fear! Might of the undying wyrm

Screams of the slaughtered still ring as they burn

Creeping through mines, dungeons, and halls

Swarming the caverns of Dwarves, pillaging!

Breaking their will, butchering Gnomes

Preaching the dragon to weed out all heresy

Marching through swamps, raising the flag

Follow command of the black dragonshield!

Plotting control, within his grasp

Reigning supreme on the throne, claiming their lives

Strike the forge, melting down the scales

Fragments of the dragon hide are crafted to impale

Arm the pack, shielding those with faith

Gaining on the enemies confining their lost god

Fang and claw, rending bloody wounds

Bloodshed on forgotten fields determining their doom

Crash the gates, carving into flesh

Ravens claim the eyes of a dead population