The dragon's wrought by Anelahk to crush the Emperor's throne,
Were not the last to lift their voice and cry against the dark,
Brave Soiryk stood and raised his eyes from his boy's headstone,
He turned his feet and took a step, his visage white and stark.
Drew his blade against soldiers of that demon patriarch,
Hundreds he slew til on that day his shield split apart,
And left him once more dying, from an arrow hit its mark,
That fateful night he met the witch and his new life did start.
She healed him and she gave him a shield marked with a heart,
He left her then most grateful to resumes his fateful quest,
His goal to seek revenge, then, at long last depart,
End the vile emperor then die and have his rest
The skies were dark when on the field of battle he was slain,
