Part I: A Silent Prayer
Men wield their weapons battling with others,
killing men women and their brothers,
the world seeks to teach them all a lesson,
but they are unwilling to sit in on a session,
nature's brother, death, sneaks in and conspires,
his brother, life, to him a plan inspires,
to teach the men they bring them pain,
and now their plan comes upon us thought out and lain,
demons wreak havoc upon the land,
the small groups are forced to band,
forgetting their fathers' teachings of pacifism,
as the world becomes happy in its own masochism,
the men refuse to learn,
and their homes began to burn,
then emerges a novel ancient belief that they shun,
little do they know it is the one,
it would bring them salvation,
but it seems they seek damnation,
and so nature has killed herself as a sad and bitter mother,
water and fire to the world they do smother,
they deluge and raze,
as the wind sets the sky ablaze,
the only ones left are ourselves, death and life,
they set about making strife,
they throw their competition to the sky,
and we are left to die,
black wings block the light,
it is a new kind of blight,
a dragon of unspeakable terror live amongst we,
they make us run and panic and begin to flee,
the dragon seeks to pillage and plunder,
and to set the towns asunder,
out of the ashes, like a phoenix emerges,
a new power surges,
a bear, strong as rock,
clings to a friend like a ship to a dock,
an eagle wise as any being,
into the past it is always seeing,
a wolf, stealthier than shadows,
goes unseen by its many foes,
a tiger, fast in its reaction,
seeks to break apart the faction,
the dragon they did fight,
the dragon they did smite,
but they were left wounded,
as a second battle horn sounded,
the bear now lays lifeless and still,
the eagle's lungs air will no longer fill,
the wolf has had its time to die,
just before the tiger let out its last sigh,
they did this all so we could live lives free of the gods gone wrong,
but new gods, children of the old, came before long,
they replaced those of the past,
the old disappeared so fast,
men jaded towards the old,
turned towards the wrong gods for a little gold,
some of the new gods follow the right path,
unfortunately they do not have enough followers for evil to feel their wrath,
over the years they gained strength and support,
they searched for men of a certain sort,
men that followed the ways of the eagle, wolf, tiger, and bear,
to these the power of the old they could share,
missionaries scoured the land for these,
they searched all the lands and sailed the seas,
they all set sail,
but it was all to no avail,
the adventurers were not chosen yet,
not chosen by the gods nor themselves, the missionaries knew not who to get,
they in their travels did create seven cities of much importance,
they strike awe at every glance,
G�likum, Juliotomy, K�chp�kterr�n, Dulesroar, P�wing, Suldenm�nia, and Fretorundall,
are the names of these cities with their towers so tall,
however these cities of light have their antonym of dark,
there is one huge shadowy metropolis, Muinark,
Each city has an army so vast,
to rival even those of the past,
The alliance of the 7 cities is strong,
they are not in the wrong,
Malivil has an army as strong as the 7 cities combined,
nowhere in Malivil has the light of truth shined,
both sides stand and have stood ready to wage war,
they are willing to fight until blood runs red on the shore,
each side has champions that can wield weapons and magic of power immense,
but to none of these do the prophecies make any sense,
they need not follow the ways of a particular path of darkness or light,
they are clearly visible to anyone who has the proper sight,
they are chosen to fight the dark gods that seek to return the world to its dark life,
and return it to its old way of living by the knife,
for many years there was no need for the chosen,
until now when a dark force becomes unfrozen,
the dragon that once pillaged and plundered,
has come back in a manner much wondered,
it has taken the body of a poor young man,
it seeks to destroy us all and it can,
all the eight grand cities are smashed to rubble,
their own hatreds amongst themselves are broken like a fragile bubble,
they once again are forced to band,
to try to save their broken land,
they call out to their gods against the dragon their power useless,
except for the chosen ones, everyone is helpless,
now is the time for the chosen ones to come, born from different places,
how the people long to see their faces,
the faces of their saviors, the faces of their hope,
they are the only ones with the power that can cope,
they do not know it yet but they are there,
a tiger, an eagle, a wolf, and a bear,
slowly growing in power but it will be a long time before,
they must live in order to train so they can prevent the gore,
this song is a plea to the forces that control all,
please bring the chosen ones, please hear our call.
Part II: The Dragon Defeated
The primal six, nature, water, fire, wind, life, and death were no longer left,
And we were left helpless and bereft,
Men began to worship the four in vain,
Grasping for their freedom, but only feeling pain,
But then one came,
With a broken home, the dragon he sought to maim,
He came from the mountains and wore the mark of the bear on his chest,
That separated him from all the rest,
Then another from the forests to the south,
Who had the fangs of the wolf in his mouth,
His forest burned and its land wrought with death,
He looked to make the Dragon's chest his sword's sheath,
Then another from a jungle island far to the east,
Had the tiger's stripes that were the mark of the beast,
His sparkling forest razed to the ground,
He looked for the others the whole world round,
Then finally the last came from ports of the west,
The eagle's mark showed him to have no jest,
His family slew,
So he sought to kill the dragon anew,
They gathered together in a deep secret cave,
Their path there they had to pave,
They found their weapons of power,
They thought that when the dragon was met he would cower,
For they knew this would be the dragon's last stand,
Every hit they would score would be a true wound,
For this, the second time, to a mortal man, the dragon was bound,
They practiced and trained and waited,
Waiting for when their appetites for revenge would be sated,
Then on the night of the whole,
When the moon, the half, and the half combined and the darkness was bright, not dull,
They stood on a clearing and called out,
They waited for the dragon so they could begin the rout,
The dragon came, in the form of a man twisted and dark,
But they knew it was him for on his face he bore the mark,
The pauper whose form the dragon had taken,
Was so twisted and vile that it could not be mistaken,
They began their battle and long it did last,
Longer than any battle in the past,
Then the Heroes began to fall,
The bear that stood strong and tall,
Fell to the Dragon's twisted claws,
And the Heroes began to falter and show their flaws,
Fear struck their hearts and they slowed,
But never once did one of them take to the road,
The Eagle fell, his wits failing to protect him from the blade of the sword,
Then Wolf struck a mighty blow and the dragon roared,
The Wolf was flung across the plain,
And died a gruesome death of immense pain,
The tiger left alone,
His bravery shone,
He charged the Dragon, weapon raised high,
He knew his efforts were futile and prepared to die,
When, suddenly, his blade cleaved the Dragon's neck and his blood flowed,
Then the Dragon's chest glowed,
The Tiger tore into the Dragon's chest and pulled out its heart of evil,
Then he began to feel his soul shrivel,
For inside his heart were the essences of the six devoured,
For anyone holding such an item is disempowered,
He felt himself being pulled in,
And did not wish to join his kin,
So he laid the vile thing on the soil,
And felt his strength begin to boil,
He brought his sword down,
Then the Dragon's heart was broken and its pieces the wind had blown,
Each piece breathed new life,
And ended the period of strife,
For out of each piece was born a god,
And those are the ones that today we do despise and laud,
And so that is how our gods were born,
And we were freed of the Dragon's bloody scorn.
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