| The Dark Enemy, a god called Morgoth
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| Hide himself in the pit of Angband
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| Evil jewels of his mind took a shape
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| Great wyrms were born
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| When it storms look up to the sky
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| To the battlefields those dragons will fly
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| Mighty claws for their furious fights
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| You shall never forget that sight
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| The winged ones swept the land below
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| With the thundering winds they destroy
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| Those with the breath of fire and flame
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| Burn the earth and all on their way
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| Their strength far greater than man’s
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| And their lore grows forever and ever
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| Eyes with a magical gaze
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| When they scream lands and mountains will quake
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| Ride with the dragons high on the sky
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| Fight with your sword and lance
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| In battle, hear their fearless warcry
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| The enemy will have no chance
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| So beautiful in the light of the moon
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| Dance of the wings through the sky
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| Over the green lands below
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| Heading towards eternal grace
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| Forever these dragons will fly
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| Time has no power to touch them
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| Thousands of years they’ll sleep like stones
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| In their caves full of treasures and gold
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| Many heroes have faced their destiny
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| Be aware, better leave these worms alone
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| Masters of magic, servants of steel
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| Dragonslayers and dwarven warmachine
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| Armies of man have fought so many years
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| Defending their lands on the battlefields |