Now that the dragon is slain, what shall be done with this gold?
Thorinn, rightful heir, claims the whole of the share
Men and elves consumed by reptile greed
Orcs riding wolves descend from the mountains
Miles of carnage, spanning from mountain to lake
Hacking and slashing, gnashing of teeth
Screams echo as the valley fills up with blood
The dragon is dead, now we are the beasts
Skies drifting from grey into black, columns of smoke swallow the sun
Armies converge, spears towering spires
Swords unsheathed, horns of battle will sound
Fueled by greed, blood shed for gold
Wealth is hard won, but at what cost?
Brothers are lying dead
Wealth is hard won, but at what cost?
Reaping rewards of greed