Underneath the earth, in a cavern deep
Lie piles and piles of grey, glittering gold
And upon the top lies a creature asleep
Greedily guarding its treasure trove
Eyes burning bright with a fiery gaze
Scales reflecting the moon's gentle light
Wings spread wide like hellish rays
Protecting its wealth with all its might
Dragon of old
Guarding its gold
Destroyer of souls
Dragon of old
Whispers of power
In the darkness it stirs
A presence, ancient, feared by all
Its breath, a furnace and a curse
In the echo of its roar, the brave fall