With gliding wings of scale laid strength,
He climbs the clouds effortlessly,
Climbing beyond the clouds and beyond the heavens.
Holding rage within claws unreachable by mortal men,
With eyes glaring down at hardened earth,
And sights set on weak prey.
Since all in his eyes are weak
And few can best the power of a god.
And now the fury built up inside,
Can be released upon his enemy.
The Lord of all the scale winged gods,
Set loose a flare of death
Ravaging all foolish enough to stand its ground.
The God of beasts falls to earth,
Resting once again next to one who has tamed his mighty soul.