I remember the time, the days long ago
For the cold set in and the river still flowed
When we would sing by the warm fire light
No fear of the frost nor a fear of the ice
When Bitingcold ruled, before their kin driven mad
The Age of Desolation
Our protectors, our warriors, our shields, our pride
Our strength never bending with them by our side
Now we have but one goal, one thing which to strive
Only one goal is at hand and that is to survive
Lying deep in the desert where reptiles run
She flies overhead, silhouetted in sun
Shifting the sands, bright blue in the night
She'll rise up again, hallowed in the moonlight
Now Thunderclaps loose, there's nowhere to hide
Her thunder and lightning, rain fire from the sky
Our protectors, our warriors, our shields no more
The Age of Desolation, an epoch of war
Now we have but one goal, one thing which to strive
Only one goal is at hand and that is to survive
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Powerful, brazen Old Toroshivar
The first Lord of Dragons, his mind driven far
With Shardscale to blame for all to behold
What once was our home is now dead, fire, and cold
Survive if you can, the realms of our land
Survive this Age of Desolation
We have but one goal, one thing which to strive
Only one goal is at hand and that is to survive
Now we have but one goal, one thing which to strive
Only one goal is at hand and that is to survive