Statues, Powers Parted -- The Legend
A flash of light across the dark sky
As a terrible scream, of many voices
Fading, the earth splitting
Breaking apart
Reforming
Making a land anew.
And born of the chaos
Dragons rise
Demons form, awaken,
New to the skys after millions of years
Breathing in a world
Long since forgotten to their anger
A flying doom,
Attaking anything in the skys
With the stone of the dragon king
Burried in his maw,
Hidden inside the mouth
None dare to see into.
A stomping rage
A Behemouth against those he challenges,
Keeper of another stone of power
Leaving in his wake the rejuvination
Of a Spirit to fight long thought dead.
Dragons the number of eight
Terrorizing the mortal world
After a sleep of many years.
To defeat them you need
The strength of mother earth,
The power of the natural forces
Fire
Water
Lightening
And hope, shining against all odds.
A creature hunted long in youth
Hidden where the coral is kept
Still as death
Cold as evil in it's purest form
Having defeated him,
The warrior in this new world of fear
Smiles, Knows, he is strong again.
And above all other fears
Monsters, Death, Demons,
Stands a tower, dark, foreboding
Freezing the soul
Created by one man
Greedy for power
Filled with hate.
But along with those darksome fears
Comes a rise of new hope
Of heros thought lost
Found again.
Might forged with magic,
And the force of good.
They are the breave hearts
That fight for a new day.
A New time where peace reigns
And Lives can go on again
As they once did before the earth fell
Using magic and power
They guide the way
To freedom from hope
To greet that new day.
They must defeat the new evils
In a world of many dangers
And very few allies.
But, banded together, they will win
For good, always conquers evil.
The legend begins again.
A flash of light across the dark sky
As a terrible scream, of many voices
Fading, the earth splitting
Breaking apart
Reforming
Making a land anew.
And born of the chaos
Dragons rise
Demons form, awaken,
New to the skys after millions of years
Breathing in a world
Long since forgotten to their anger
A flying doom,
Attaking anything in the skys
With the stone of the dragon king
Burried in his maw,
Hidden inside the mouth
None dare to see into.
A stomping rage
A Behemouth against those he challenges,
Keeper of another stone of power
Leaving in his wake the rejuvination
Of a Spirit to fight long thought dead.
Dragons the number of eight
Terrorizing the mortal world
After a sleep of many years.
To defeat them you need
The strength of mother earth,
The power of the natural forces
Fire
Water
Lightening
And hope, shining against all odds.
A creature hunted long in youth
Hidden where the coral is kept
Still as death
Cold as evil in it's purest form
Having defeated him,
The warrior in this new world of fear
Smiles, Knows, he is strong again.
And above all other fears
Monsters, Death, Demons,
Stands a tower, dark, foreboding
Freezing the soul
Created by one man
Greedy for power
Filled with hate.
But along with those darksome fears
Comes a rise of new hope
Of heros thought lost
Found again.
Might forged with magic,
And the force of good.
They are the breave hearts
That fight for a new day.
A New time where peace reigns
And Lives can go on again
As they once did before the earth fell
Using magic and power
They guide the way
To freedom from hope
To greet that new day.
They must defeat the new evils
In a world of many dangers
And very few allies.
But, banded together, they will win
For good, always conquers evil.
The legend begins again.