Cynder, Terror of the Skies

When she who bears the dark standard high

Ascends into the fire-lit sky

With a might unequaled, and hateful cry

The Wind Queen arrives, and destruction is nigh

The General hath come!

Our hope is lost, to the slaughter we go

Cynder the Merciless, Cynder, our foe

Fear she wields, and fearsome is her visage

The she-dragon created in Malefor's image

Wind she commands, and the skies she rules

Swiftly siphoning the souls of fools

Venom she spits, burning and caustic

Deadly to life, to dragons, toxic

Shadow she becomes, and terror she strikes

In the heart of the strong and feeble alike

Darkness she is, heart blacker than night

Warfang's scourge, Avalar's plight

Bitter our fight, long and dire

Against a demon of brimstone and fire

Merciless she claws with talons steel

Bathing in our blood, savoring the feel

Dread she doth harness, in a terrible roar

To cast down the strongest and freeze hearts to the core

Our hope is lost, to the slaughter we go

Cynder the Traitorous, Cynder, our foe