A Fox's Delight
dancing by night and hunting by day,
we have heard the call,
the moon is our light,
the sun is our soul,
as all we have is each other,
we find our love,
and it is our delight,
as day falls to become the beautiful night,
we sing and dance to the sound of the drum,
as fire shines and water glistens,
we love this time for it is our joy,
as many of us are filled with delight.
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The Long Awaiting Peace Of Man And The Dragon
Oh we await the peace between us to end the bloodshed
As the souls of take us away to a place of darkness and evil to arise
For we are the dragon thought to be evil by the Human kind only to be slaughter
By so called heroes only to see their hearts turn black
For we are peaceful back in the time when human and dragon lived in peace
For we know who started the war and we will remember forever
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The Peace Of The Man And The Dragon
finally we have found peace,
the outcome of the war,
as we have seen greatness since,
as we have seen light and darkness,
the king welcomes us for a meeting,
we gave a great toast to peace to the lands,
and the lost honored in memory,
we have found the light,
as soon as we've seen the great light of peace,
our people have became the allies of peace,
we have seen our men attacked in the night,
for peace has prevailed for now.
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The dance of the bonfire
Ah the dance around the flames,
Providing warmth and glee,
As we hold out our hands till day,
We drink our mead,
And dance the maypole at day,
We fight for our endless right,
To celebrate the fire festival,
As we dance and win the fight,
Defending our great flame,
The horde tries to stop us now,
But that will be their doom,
We won the battle and the flame is safe,
And we return to our mead,
Now the flame is safe once again,
We dance around it once again.
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Merlin the great
the magic soars above us,
it dances around us,
it waits for use to give them a job,
the peacefulness of the wind,
playful it is as the time of peace leave the fallen untold,
as magic consumes them into nature that is,
and their loved ones contain constant memory,
of those who have been lost in the pit of sorrow,
how sad the time of the fallen had been to them,
as the times and ages had came to them soon to end,
as the wizard merlin gave them their second chance.
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