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