by Valoren

A single slash of traitor’s blade
From darkened heart the king is made
A single moment of bloody rage
The young king’s greed shall be his cage
Wealth flowing in from places afar
The stipends of gold shall cover the scar
From darkened dreams of slaughter grand
The evil king doth cast his hand
Ten thousand swords now stand at hand
Every murder the price for glory so grand
The taste of the gold tempers only
Their zeal…the gold provides an evil creel
So thou be wary of the price of gold
The blood of dragons the cost of old
Each dragon slain for the risk of treasure
Mans own sin shall become his master
The price of the creatures so ancient and old
The life of a dragon can’t be bought with
Man’s gold