| Three feet of steel on my side
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| Tool of fate my reliable blade
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| Sharp enough to cut the scales
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| Pierce the heart, to rip the veins
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| Dwarf-made armor, and elven shield
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| Finest gear to the battle I wield
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| Mithril helm an laen shade
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| Breath of dragon won’t burn my face
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| To the lair of the beast I’ll ride
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| With my magic it’s easy to hide
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| In those caves full of remains
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| Of fallen heroes who died by flames
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| Brave hunter, true swordsman
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| Without fear he’ll face the dragon
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| One strike, one option
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| If you fail it’s your destruction
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| The task of yours almost forlorn
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| To hunt the dragons until they’ve gone
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| Plenty of sorrow they’ve laid for us
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| Tears of grief the river of pain
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| No more fear, you shall banish the bane
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| Carry on, in your blades we trust
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| To the lair of the beast I’ll ride
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| With my magic it’s easy to hide
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| In those caves full of remains
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| Of fallen heroes who died by flames
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| I won’t fail, I have no doubt
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| By my sword I’ll hunt them down
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| Send their lives to the final rest |