This tale I tell is bound by fire
Of dark magic, and dragons
Of that I'm no liar
Tis on a night just like this
That Bormar fell to bits
In deepest darkest middle ground
Where elves and warlocks roam around
And magic spills from every lip
And potions hang on every sip
The battle of the dragon borne
Against the mighty shadow horn
Would change the balance of the land
Where only one could rule with the strongest hand
Now wizards and dragons they plotted tight
Recruited elves and shadow knights
Made spells that would win no doubt
And banish all the goodness out
The longhorns of Bormar didn't dwell
For they knew that this could spell
The end of all they they held tight
And pledged to slay and **** all night
And so it was that they did meet
High on yonder hill did greet
Two armies of strength and power
Waiting for the killing hour
And when all blood spilled
And pain was born
Bormar stood
Now empty and gone
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
This tale I tell is bound by fire
Of dark magic, and dragons
Of that I'm no liar
Tis on a night just like this
That Bormar fell to bits
In deepest darkest middle ground
Where elves and warlocks roam around
And magic spills from every lip
And potions hang on every sip
The battle of the dragon borne
Against the mighty shadow horn
Would change the balance of the land
Where only one could rule with the strongest hand
Now wizards and dragons they plotted tight
Recruited elves and shadow knights
Made spells that would win no doubt
And banish all the goodness out
The longhorns of Bormar didn't dwell
For they knew that this could spell
The end of all they they held tight
And pledged to slay and **** all night
And so it was that they did meet
High on yonder hill did greet
Two armies of strength and power
Waiting for the killing hour
And when all blood spilled
And pain was born
Bormar stood
Now empty and gone
