She slept there in her lair in the warmth of flowing melted metals
Her being composed of spirit and blood blistering molten liquid iron
His scales were colored as polished silver and dark tones of steel
This being was more dangerous than even her legends, we feared
When it came time to act, we hesitated, knowing it was special
Before us this great beast, so ancient and dangerous, alive in fire
We knew that battle would reveal all our weaknesses, all fully seen
But we moved forward, knowing this beast would have heirs
And to end her reign, fully, we could show her no mercy
Nor mercy to her younglings and eggs waiting
This was war, and in war we all suffer
