The Legend Part Three: Inferia Morta Ultima

Covered with blood and filth he searched his way

Through the dark woods beyond the mines

Thunder and pouring rain wrath of the gods he'd been often told

The wounds burned but at least he felt the pain. He was alive

He didn't see it but it was there

Something terrible watching him, haunting him

He had heard of the Elven Scrolls' tale of a dragon

Guardian of the Black Mountain

And a treasure more priceless one could ever imagine

Legend or not, something drew near

And it was angrier than the gods

By the Gods! The tales were true!

A gigantic black creature smashed its Hammer

In the ground and stood there still, waiting

There were no more trees, only solid rock

It seemed as if the beast was of the very same black stone

As the vast mountain behind it

The Legend of the Elves: Inferia Morta!

Eyes! Filled with fire!

Capturing me and my mortal destiny

Commanding my sword once more: Arise!

Cast your sign through stone, through crimson skies!

Infinity! Immortal entity

Let this be

There's only defeat

Against the

Gods! Protectors of souls

More than men, more than life

This thing's not one of yours!

Is there a way for me, for steel?

Is there a way to live, to kill?

Should I escape dragon's sight

Even the Elves don't know how they die!!!

Inferia Dominanti!

The fight began fierce

Overcoming this was task of despair

No hit seemed to harm the beast of solid stone

Cursed! This cannot be!

Slashing and burning with metal

But this thing still yet breaths!

Strongest in courage yet foolish in rage

Challenging Death in this state is insane

Forged in the pits by the almighty force

Invincible death no one controls

Aaa! One hit, one cut! It bleeds!

Burning blood spilling on me

For the first time its face twisting with pain

My efforts were not in vain!!

The grin is not of pain but wrath

The finishing chapter, unfortunate path

You're facing the might of skyforging rage

Reigning all others in this day and Age

One more mortal defying our name

A desperate attempt of glory and fame

Time to cut the string of his life

My hand is ready get ready to die

The Demon of Night cast a terrible spell upon the battlefield

Blackening the dragon's eyes as it began a ferocious attack

The retribution was swift

One deadly slash from the giants claws caught him

And sent him dying deep into the black woods

It was over

All was silent

The Evil remained