Comes the Fire
These dragons so red,
Are symbols of dread,
From the front of their heads,
Comes a roar.
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Fly over sea blue,
Have mission to do,
They must see it through,
For the Horde.
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On the seas are warships,
They'll soon be in bits,
Flags fly from mast tips,
Green and white.
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Cries come from below,
Men run to and fro,
There's nowhere to go,
They must fight.
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But it is all for naught,
Destroyers, dreadnoughts,
Destruction is wrought,
There's a crash.
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Fire takes flesh and wood,
Assault wasn't withstood,
The riders say "good,"
"They've been smashed."
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Dragons about and turn,
A victory well earned,
The ships below burn,
In the fire.
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In war there's only strife,
All face butcher's knife,
Soldiers pay heavy price,
In war dire.