With glint of scale
and gleam of eye,
the dragon riders
take to the sky.

Armor black
and swords of steel,
we give no slack,
will make them kneel.

A few months we have let them be,
a new village built beside the sea,
master wants us to move them north,
dark mountains near his magics source.

From behind the clouds
and lit by the moon,
with whipping shrouds,
we dive down to this tune.

Commanding fire we build a cage,
villagers once again enraged,
their archers fire into the night,
we've had no casualties but some day might.

With whipping of my dragons tail,
I tear away all their ships sails,
they will go where I say,
or to masters wrath must I pay.

we've sent them running, all the clans,
I've not been told the master plan,
some day soon at the mountains base,
we shall see what will take place.

I whistle and dragons soar,
once again to our roosts door,
to see our women and drink beer,
and later on hold them near.