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The Dragon's Defeat

2024-04-19

Lyrics

In black and gold Through rock and cold He strode Among the plains By all his will And blood and thrill He brave The coming pain The dragons maw Like lumber saw With breath Of stench and death He clenched his spear Caught beast in rear With strike Of righteous fierce The snake was tough The fight was rough He prayed And stroke again The beast has flinched And roared and inched Its belly All in flames! Thanks to the wits Third stike was blitz Delivered All for good. The hero stood In gloomy mood Upon defeated foe/ He got the lands All in his hands. The castle, like a grave. We all shall member Bardic day When you were named: "The Brave