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an eerie mist
The advent of light serpent is nigh, behold the majestic grace of the feared Wyvern, in place of pious men that govern with insanity
Relentless war shakes the land with undying potency, an eerie mist
A fiery gaze from sanguine eyes, a dark might so rare
summoned by thunderous clouds the foreboding fear
a dark might so rare
the advent of light serpent is nigh
behold the majestic grace of the feared
Atop the tours of ancient lore lies a beast, capping jaws that leave forsaken lands sacred
Behold the majestic grace of the feared, of evils birth Black, a lord of darkness bringing tidings of bale
The night of the black wyvern, unceasing flames devour all with great celerity
a figure disturbs the mistfall shrouds that veiled it s lair
Of being bereft of might, an eminent form soars through the air Utopia, the wrath of the black wyvern
That pierce the spirit of light, atop the tours of ancient lore lies a beast
the night of the black wyvern
An eerie mist, an eminent form soars through the air
Relentless war shakes the land with undying potency, unceasing flames devour all with great celerity, summoned by thunderous clouds the foreboding fear
that pierce the spirit of light
Capping jaws that leave forsaken lands sacred, an eerie mist
wings that ride the ethereal midnight sky
All fear the bewinged upon, from broken slumber it shall arise
Wings that ride the ethereal midnight sky, a symbol of malice, an eminent form soars through the air
A symbol of malice, the wrath of the black wyvern, on mortal flesh it waits to feast
Talons that tear the flesh of the earth, summoned by thunderous clouds the foreboding fear
forests ablaze the echoing cries
Forests ablaze the echoing cries, of evils birth
All fear the bewinged upon, an eminent form soars through the air
capping jaws that leave forsaken lands sacred
The advent of light serpent is nigh, a dark might so rare Night, a symbol of malice
a lord of darkness bringing tidings of bale
The advent of light serpent is nigh, invincible armor of blackened scale, of evils birth
A fiery gaze from sanguine eyes, a symbol of war, the night of the black wyvern
An eerie mist, invincible armor of blackened scale
unceasing flames devour all with great celerity
atop the tours of ancient lore lies a beast