Monday, December 30, 2013

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The Dragon came from the red hot skie and burned our village
We ran towards the mountain to seek a safe refuge
I looked back at the burned houses of our beloved village
What was heaven to us is now nothing more than dust and wrackage
She called me on the heights «we need to go now!»
I looked at her than at the blazing fires «but I have made my vow»
There is the fire of evil and here's the sword
Here I stand and there reigns the Dragon