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
