The Dragons, they’re flying, breathing death overall
as Dragon Drums cease to hold them in thrall.
Long aeons they sought for an ending to pain
disavowing cruel bondage
of a race they disdain.
The Dragons are flying, seeking return of their gold
’twas plundered with avarice, every piece sold
‘twill serve thee to listen, find every last trace
or has thy heart been transformed
a golden effigy in place.
The Dragons are flying, they come seeking blood
cease beating the Drums, ’twill do thee no good.
Shackles are broken, ’tis vengeance they crave
they come in their thousands,
the human race to enslave
Fyrespike, denies any knowledge of above attack, and thereby In no event shall he be liable for any incidental, indirect, consequential or special damages of any kind, or any damages whatsoever, including, without limitation, those resulting from loss of profit, loss of contracts, goodwill, data, information, income, expected savings or business relationships, whether or not advised of the possibility of such damage, arising out of or in connection with the aforementioned slavery of humans. So,… that’s alright then?