A monster storms throughout the towns,
Its beastly head adorned with crowns.
Yon beast takes form, incarnate dread,
Commanding scores of living dead.
A Valiant Knight of ancient truth,
Will slit this devil's throat, forsooth.
And bloodied now in crimson stray,
He stands to sing of her decay.
It lusts for murder.
To feast on human flesh
Is its taste.
This putrid, wrathful, dragon scourge.
The behemoth of the frigid night,
Sets pure, untainted hearts to flight.
Tales of closure, apprehend,
For every battle has its end.
The gilded knight will rise through flame,
To tame the dragon,
Once Again.