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 it's 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 Death! Destruction and waste his path Ash of the vanquished succumb to it's wrath Fear! Might of the undying wyrm Screams of the slaughtered still ring as they burn