Dragons

Dragon and human they fly on the winds,
their bodies floating ever higher.
Their bond of purity and of loving,
and something deep within their souls.

||: And they always remember the voice of war,
"We will not fight, not anymore!" :||

Fire sweeping over the land,
destruction and death,
the dragons are free.
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Hate and fury in the village,
wings bring storm
and burning hail.
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The fire burns the woman,
burns the man,
the dragon nears the child.
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Eyes of fury meet the fear,
nostrils taste
the anguish of the child.
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Fire builds deep in the guts,
leaps from teeth,
and stops down dead.
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A cry meets dragons fury
"Leave my sister!"
The dragon stops.
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From rags beneath the window board
a child rises
and stares the dragon down.
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Fingers grow to dragon claws,

    e              C      D
The dragons in all glory ceased to fight,
        e          D          e
    as wizards power scorched their wings.

As human armies marched along, in greatest size,
    With wizards in their leading ranks.
The dragons left the battleground without a single strike
    left inhabited lands.

Puny Human, what have you Done?!
You call powers, which aren't yours to control,
which will sweep all away, when used in war.

The bonds on this, my body, will not hold forever,
and when they perish, so will You!

Back off in fear, that I might use what you did,
which neither Dragon nor Human should ever touch.

Why don't you leave wizard?

Show me that, which you clutch in your robes,
black as they are to block my view.

No! You know not, what you do!
I call on all you learned through your study of magic,
don't soil your soul any more
by forcing what is immortal

I come to you for my child has cried,
      and my mate is dead.
I know, you're shivering now in dread,
      but don't you fear for your hide.
No dragon will burn your cities down,
      when you give what we demand.
The bodies of those, who took her life,
      shall Die from human hand.
      They shall die from Human Hand.
For dragon's Law and Custom, now,
      I'll fold my wings till sundown,
      To see what you decide.

Ah_ah_ah...

What have those people done?
The Dragon lies there, in Her own blood.

Ah_ah_ah...

What have those people done?
The Dragon lies there, in Her own blood.

Ah_ah_ah...

They came in great hordes,
The Dragon lies there, in Her own blood.

Ah_ah_ah...

They came in great hordes,
The Dragon fought, but not well enough.

Ah_ah_ah...

She killed many hordes,
The Dragon fought, but not well enough.

Ah_ah_ah...

She killed many hordes,
But at last, She lost to the flood.

Ah_ah_ah ... ah___

The War of Dragons and Birth of the Dragonriders Sung and played at FilkCONtinental 2004.

No music yet - but someday I'll get that recording...