It was in the long gone days of old

When the mighty master of darkness

Hit the earth with his terrible mace

And tremendous tumults shook the soil

Amidst vast vapours of fire and dust

A great mound arose in the wastelands of north,

And there among fields of heather and moss

Began the tale of Dragon's Domain...



Within the majestic mountain of stone

The master then carved great caves beyond count

And inside the gloomy cold walls of the rock

Forth brought he the darkest design of his thought

And shaped a mighty kingdom for worms

Finally under the roofs of the hill.

Where black pitches loomed and ground belched flames.

He placed the first seeds of a Dragon's Domain.



The new devised race of horror and dread -

Like birds merged with serpents of lizards, or worms -

Soon woke from their wyrmish slumber of time

And no beasts yet greater had followed the Moon.

They hardened their flesh in the fires of the earth

And sharpened their claws on the edges of rock

And soon every tree in the wastelands was burnt

By the scorching breath of the Dragon's Domain.



Far beyond the borders they went

And sacked and brought ruin to every neighbouring realm

And the king of serpents wore a crown of their hoard

A golden-horned sign of their splendour and might

And only the bravest warriors dared

To enter the bare lands around the kingdom of snakes

And never through many a century after

Did bards forget the tale of the Dragon's Domain.



The bards forgot the tale of Dragon's Domain...