Twisting, blazing, crimson cold,
smoothly churning flame;
No one ever dies of old,
since the monsters came.
Dragon flights a plenty mark,
a bitter endless feud;
good and evil, light and dark,
battles blood-red hued.
Waging wars against the fast,
ending all our fears;
old ways die back in the past,
shedding lonesome tears.
Tools for trade and play and war,
training for the right;
concentrating on the far,
with all our strength and might.
"Seize the day," is our war cry,
to battles dark and grim;
our hopes and dreams take wing and fly,
against monsters deep within.
Our cries are silenced with the blow,
blood stained swords from tip to hilt;
and the battle is ended sure and slow,
when our life-blood is spilt.