It was in the long gone days of old When the mighty master of darkness Hit the earth with his terrible mace And tremendous tumults shook the soil Amidst vast vapours of fire and dust A great mound arose in the wastelands of north, And there among fields of heather and moss Began the tale of Dragons Domain... Within the majestic mountain of stone The master then carved great caves beyond count And inside the gloomy cold walls of the rock Forth brought he the darkest design of his thought And shaped a mighty kingdom for worms Finally under the roofs of the hill. Where black pitches loomed and ground belched flames. He placed the first seeds of a Dragons Domain. The new devised race of horror and dread Like birds merged with serpents of lizards, or worms Soon woke from their wyrmish slumber of time And no beasts yet greater had followed the Moon. They hardened their flesh in the fires of the earth And sharpened their claws on the edges of rock And soon every tree in the wastelands was burnt By the scorching breath of the Dragons Domain. Far beyond the borders they went And sacked and brought ruin to every neighbouring realm And the king of serpents wore a crown of their hoard A goldenhorned sign of their splendour and might And only the bravest warriors dared To enter the bare lands around the kingdom of snakes And never through many a century after Did bards forget the tale of the Dragons Domain. The bards forgot the tale of Dragons Domain...
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