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(The fighting and finally befriending of the mythical but very real dragon Moroth. Ending in the showing by Moroth to Braveheart the power of the Shield of Darkness and the foretelling of his coming to rule Savageland) |
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The wind and rain were allies |
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Fought the sweat upon his brow |
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And hunger was an enemy |
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The fear it stalked the ground |
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He gazed up at the mountain |
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To the dragonslair he crawled |
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And clutched his mighty hammer |
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To his breast that was so cold |
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In dragonslair |
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All alone in dragonslair |
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Im so alone |
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Alone in dragonslair |
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So heavy was his breathing |
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Remembering the myth |
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How mighty was the dragon |
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And Moroth he was called |
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The guardian of the shield |
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Of darkness was his role |
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And suddenly he saw the beast |
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How could he be so bold |
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Awakened from his slumber |
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Moroth spied him with one eye |
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Unfurled his wings with gaping mouth |
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A million teeth shone bright |
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Down and down he circled |
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So silent in his flight |
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The clash of steel on scaly skin |
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Resounded in the night |
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As Moroth saw the pendant |
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Around our heroes neck |
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A memory great eons old |
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Flashed suddenly in his head "Reveal the Shield of Darkness" |
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The old ones they had told |
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To he who is the true one |
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And serve him in his quest |
