Dragonrider - Hulkoff

See the idle arrow

That lingers on the string

The swift bringer of downfall unto

Beast and peasant, Earl and King

The archer knows the language

Of any beast of prey

A poet of the arcane

Who doth rhyme devoid of words to say

A hornbow for the hunter

Of scythian descent

The recurve doth reflect the carmine

Glowing of the mooon cresent

The blood of our tribe

Is bound to blood and war

Today, Tomorrow, coming years

As well as in the days of yore

I am the last of the Dragonriders

From the snow-mounds of Jotunheim

By the will of the great decider

My bow is my claim to fame

Here are legends in the making

And the gryphon guard the flame

My fate is for the taking

And Odin knows my name

Atland dissapeared

Taken by the sea

And vanished with the sun-god

To the oceans of eternity

The hounds of holy bridget

Came smiling at first

But soon the face of greed displayed

The sanctity of blood-thirst

A glimpse into the future

Is an echo from the past

A lesson learned in great pain

But alas forgotten twice as fast

People change their values

Kinsmen doth betray

But the bloodline is forever bound

To drop upon the thick of the fray

I am the last of the Dragonriders

From the snowmounds of Jotunheim

By the will of the great decider

My bow is my claim to fame

Here are legends in the making

And the gryphon guard the flame

My fate is for the taking

And Odin knows my name

I’ll see my bane before me

Upon the last of the dragonships

And I shall die in the waves of glory

With my bow in an iron grip

Like the oceans raging fury

Shall my final arrow slip

And my ending shall be gory

With Odins name on my lips

I am the last of the Dragonriders

From the snowmounds of Jotunheim

By the will of the great decider

My bow is my claim to fame

Here are legends in the making

And the gryphon guard the flame

My fate is for the taking

And Odin knows my name