A breeze dances,
catching the beast who flies.
A beast who is feared,
by man, elf and animal.

Its wings did darken the skies,
but its roar was furys fire,
and its scales sharpened scythes.

Men ran and they cowered,
and they fought and they died.
They burned and they bled,
as they issued their cries.

The cover of this beast was blown,
Men cowered and hid.
From the black wings.
They did not wish to die,
within the inferno of its jaws.

The black scales shimmered in the rising sun,
as the beast roared.
Fire escaped its jaws,
burning everything in its path.

The legends were true and fatal,
The beasts of this land,
had returned to seek revenge.

They who destroy,
They who burn.
The beasts who **** every living soul sewn.

This beast looked behind thee at its kin,
roaring in triumphant rage.
The war had begun,
everything had engaged.

Now hunting for its prey,
It only spoke now in the disarray.
"The dragons have come mortals,
We have returned."

Fire and Steel will collide,
As the dragon age begins.
Humanity will fade,
Within the Dragon and its Kin.