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
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Ride With The Dragons
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