The Shadeslayer
The Varden stood, lone bastion of strength
Against Galbatorix, Alagaesia's last hope
In the home of the dwarves in Farthen Dur
They waited for the hammer to fall
The urgals arose from the depths of the ground
Hungry for battle and war
The varden waited in the gloom of the mountain
Afraid of what might happen if they fell
And yet they hoped for alongside them
Stood Eragon and his dragon Saphira
In them all hope rested, and the will to prevail
Rose once more in the hearts of the Varden.
Leaping to the fight, zar'roc raised high
Flashing crimson as the blood spilled down
Fangs and claws in whirling circles
Dwarven armour reflecting terror in her opponents eyes
And then retreat, back to the hold
Enemies flocking from all sides
Driving forward, as varden retreat
Too many to withhold without defense
Into the dwarven halls, last bastion of defense
But treachery lies in wait
The earth itself torn apart
Arcane energies rising up
Durza rose with them, source of evil
His black cloak billowing
And his power mounting
Eragon stood alone, before the demon made flesh
Red Zar'roc rose up to defend his new home.
Durza laughed, his cackle pitched high
He slashed, and red blood spilled.
Eragon fell, his candle burnt down
His red eyes gleamed, as his sword raised high
A thousand stars fell to the ground
With the sound of a thousand bells
Saphira was there
Her neck raised high and her wings spread wide
And with her there, Eragon arose
And with one final blow
Brought evil Durza low.