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(The fighting and finally befriending of the mythical but very real dragon
Moroth. Ending in the showing by Moroth to Braveheart the power of the
Shield of Darkness and the foretelling of his coming to rule Savageland)
The wind and rain were allies
Fought the sweat upon his brow
And hunger was an enemy
The fear it stalked the ground
He gazed up at the mountain
To the dragonslair he crawled
And clutched his mighty hammer
To his breast that was so cold
In dragonslair
All alone in dragonslair
Im so alone
Alone in dragonslair
So heavy was his breathing
Remembering the myth
How mighty was the dragon
And Moroth he was called
HATA BİLDİR
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