• Atop the castle of craggy bastion,
    rides the winged beasts of lore,
    lungs filled with smoke and fire,

    Sullen constructs of dark creation,
    on crimson skies they soar,
    spreading scaled wings and moving higher,

    The red mountain they call home,
    The place where dragons roam!

    Slashing victims with rugged claws,
    cut to ribbons before they could leave,
    corpses falling to the ground,

    Gnashing their teeth inside powerful jaws,
    the wanderer's spirit they doth bereave,
    horror to all who have found,

    The blood fountain of Death's loam,
    The place where dragons roam!