It was a time of change. The descendants of the Atlantean mages had fallen before the New Praesidium, and the wolves were baying at the Empires door. An oppressive new faith was encroaching from the east, and the sylvan liege had locked tight the gates of his arboreal realm. And so it was that towards the end of the Age of Mystery, the last of Albions great Dragon Lords, commanded by the glorious Lady BrightAnya Ophidia, did gather for what would be their final battle... Dragonphalanx rend the sky, Albion our gleaming prize, Sentinels of land and sea, guardians of destiny. Prowling amongst the pecseatan Draconis Bipedes, swift and furious beast of battle! DragonRunes etched by the firey tongues of the IX Legio Draconis into the primordial stone of the great Logres Drachenstahl Cromlech The foes of this sceptred isle shall be driven back into the sea! An oath sworn in battle, a vow blessed by steel, I swear by the dragons blood in my veins... Wyruld Cyninga! Dragonfyre in the fray, faith and steel shall win the day, A god to serf and king alike, the Adamantine Hammer strikes! Devouring the infidel outlanders Draconis Nematoda, great winged worm of war! To victory eternal... this world shall be our empire! An oath sworn in battle, a vow blessed by steel, I swear by the dragons blood in my veins... and the dragons heart that pumps it! ...craving for corpses carrion, the dark raven shall have its say... when, competing with the wolf, it laid bare the bones of corpses. Wyruld Cyninga! Dragon Imperium, Throne of the Ancient Gods, Behold the Axiom, Wyruld Cyninga! Dragon Imperium, Behold the Axiom, All hail to Draconis Albionensis! There is no ignominy, there is glory, There is no servitude, there is dominance, There is no defeat, there is victory... victory eternal! Dragon Imperium, throne of the Ancient Gods, behold the axiom, WyruldCyninga! It is time! We shall rule, and upon our dominion the sun shall never set!
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