A dragon flying through the sky
On wings great and bold
His shadow races ‘cross the fields
And makes your blood run cold
Castle spires reaching high
Towering o‘re the town
Forests bleak and valleys deep
And mountains in mist enshroud
Soldiers battle brave and true
To each his home protect
Though his heart quakes with fear
And brow is drenched in sweat
The battle rages fierce and hot
The rivers run blood red
A sword, a lance pierced your heart
Then you sit up in bed
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