Scarangella - Dragons, Thunder, Wizards, and Shit Lyrics

Of fifteen villages strong
The culmination of divine seed
The fruition of years of training comes
But prophet extends a warning

This dream of a wooden rose
Shatters like glass upon crystal hoof
The progeny's blood boils with dragoncide
His raised staff calls a clap of thunder
From the sky

I bring
Its doom
I'll answer
The call

The vision of his crumpled mass
Fills the prophet's mind
A torrent of blood channeled by
Their indignation

A black mark is cast upon the town
The shadow of a fool
Smoke curls from the mountaintop
Foreshadow the end

Of fifteen day's trek
The product of magus' lineage grows
The dragon's lair yawns overhead
Amplifying the young boy's cry

This bloody day will see the end
Of you or I, but none the same
The lizard extends a great paw forth
And with a mighty thrust grinds him
Into dust

It takes
The corpse
A bloody
Trophy

The vision of his crumpled mass
Fills the village's eyes
A torrent of blood channeled by
Their indignation

A black mark is cast upon the town
The shadow of a fool
Fire rains from the mountaintop
Heralding the end