Triumph of the Dragon-God

Five thousand years since the tyrant has fallen War threatens the land once again Twenty nations filled with hatred Nine to defend against their wrath In the heart of the chaos a cult is born Set to return the demon to this world An army of giants armed with profane flames Quest to burn the knowledge of the arcane An elder dragon holds the frontline Soldiers of faith at her command Her one and only intention The Spire of Knowledge must stand Overwhelmed by force, her army falls Centuries of knowledge lost to war Ravaged by carnage her rage had grown "To avenge what I've lost, apotheosis will be my own"

Deep in the meadows Where the Spire stood unwavering The flames of war lay siege Giants tear asunder The vast knowledge of the arcane In the name of the Demon of the Red Sun Kin of the Red Sun Emboldened by their victory Burn what remains of the Spire Cultists set ablaze The tomes and spells indiscriminately To achieve their twisted dystopia Emerging from the ashes The defeated dragon cries Fueled by a newfound rage Heart full of mourning For her fallen brethren She swears they have not died in vain Overwhelmed by grief Her pilgramage begins A desperate quest for solitude After many countless nights Solace is found in the sands Where a great storm will manifest

In the dark age of war a light is born Cloaked in the ashes of fallen men at arms Empress of stars to light the tainted soil Consumed by resolve to burn the night away Ascend in fires of effervescent light Claim the throne of the goddess of sands Blood of your armies shed, but not in vain Beacon of hope ne'er to be slain Flames of war flicker in fear For the new age of peace draws near Grief for the fallen fuels the winds of change That purge the scour of hatred from this place Faith for a new dawn rises across the realm Prayers for light at last resolved The age of war finally forgone In its twilgight a new god is born

Dawn has risen, the sky turned red With the blood of the fallen Kings of the realm cower upon her visage, The Lord of Ruination A goddess and Her chosen must stand to face the enemy Who has never seen defeat Light, guide the saviors to vanquish a foe most foul Who shall never rise again Wyrm and Demon face a final combat At the Red Sun's zenith War between forces of hope and despair A fated encounter Seas quake as the foes battle onward No end in sight Days of violence ceaseless as they seem Draw to a bitter end Dusk draws near, Orion growing weary The wyrm does not relent Evil soon defeated by the force Of the god of hope Lord of the Red Sun finally lies vanquished The ocean to be her tomb The goddess of wyrms' decree to be heard "Should evil arise, let me be your light!"