The Legend Part Three: Inferia Morta Ultima

Covered with blood and filth he searched his way
Through the dark woods beyond the mines
Thunder and pouring rain wrath of the gods he'd been often told
The wounds burned but at least he felt the pain. He was alive

He didn't see it but it was there
Something terrible watching him, haunting him
He had heard of the Elven Scrolls' tale of a dragon
Guardian of the Black Mountain
And a treasure more priceless one could ever imagine
Legend or not, something drew near
And it was angrier than the gods

By the Gods! The tales were true!
A gigantic black creature smashed its Hammer
In the ground and stood there still, waiting
There were no more trees, only solid rock
It seemed as if the beast was of the very same black stone
As the vast mountain behind it
The Legend of the Elves: Inferia Morta!

Eyes! Filled with fire!
Capturing me and my mortal destiny
Commanding my sword once more: Arise!
Cast your sign through stone, through crimson skies!

Infinity! Immortal entity
Let this be
There's only defeat
Against the

Gods! Protectors of souls
More than men, more than life
This thing's not one of yours!
Is there a way for me, for steel?
Is there a way to live, to kill?
Should I escape dragon's sight
Even the Elves don't know how they die!!!

Inferia Dominanti!

The fight began fierce
Overcoming this was task of despair
No hit seemed to harm the beast of solid stone

Cursed! This cannot be!
Slashing and burning with metal
But this thing still yet breaths!

Strongest in courage yet foolish in rage
Challenging Death in this state is insane
Forged in the pits by the almighty force
Invincible death no one controls

Aaa! One hit, one cut! It bleeds!
Burning blood spilling on me
For the first time its face twisting with pain
My efforts were not in vain!!

The grin is not of pain but wrath
The finishing chapter, unfortunate path
You're facing the might of skyforging rage
Reigning all others in this day and Age

One more mortal defying our name
A desperate attempt of glory and fame
Time to cut the string of his life
My hand is ready get ready to die

The Demon of Night cast a terrible spell upon the battlefield
Blackening the dragon's eyes as it began a ferocious attack
The retribution was swift
One deadly slash from the giants claws caught him
And sent him dying deep into the black woods
It was over
All was silent
The Evil remained