Days Of Yore Against Fire Part Ii Lyrics

Against Fire Part Ii Lyrics


A prey, that's the way Arbo was feeling at this very moment: 
the
harmless lamb awaiting to please the wolf's appetite. 
As his heart beat
wildly, a sinister symphony orchestrated in his storming mind,
contrasting
with the calm of the cavern. 
In fact, it was this intangible,

unbearable silence that was driving the brave warrior nuts. 
The
stillness that beguiles the naive victim before the unnameable 
Death
strikes in the most underhand manner.

The lord dragon finally revealed
its imposing self, 
rising from darkness, unfolding a terrifying sight.

Drawing nearer the king reptile wore a defying glare. 
Challenging the
intruder, staring at him with delight.

Arbo charged the beast, longing
for a brief fight, 
but the old aged dragon did not seem really impressed.

Unleashing a tremendous exhalation of fire, 
it compelled the brave
warrior to retrace his steps.

A cold chill ran through the young
prince's spine as the deadly flames 
licked his face before repelling down
the rocks. 
Having as allied his only courage, 
the warrior rushed in
renewed assaults, 
parrying the lethal fire with his saving sword and
stiring up the blaze of wrath 
that was consuming the beast. 
A ferocious
battle was raging, a battle that was taking place into the lungs of
hell.

Harder to repel became the attacks of the warrior 
and this
one's fierceness soon harrassed the dragonlord. 
Its sadistic pleasure then
turned to a blind, mad fury, 
plunging itself in a state near
insanity.

The king of the cavern was losing its head, 
making itself
a more vulnerable target. 
Arbo charged again, until this fateful moment,

when he plunged his sword into the reptile's heart.

Unable to regain
his breath, 
Arbo contemplated the defeated creature for a long time, 
as
if he feared it could rise suddenly from its lifeless state. 
He dared, at
last, to take a scale from its massive corpse as a proof of his victory and,

as he left the dragon's grave, 
he wondered if the hords of evil had
invaded Syrakia unto this day. 
For the first time since the start of his
journey, 
the lone prince could  feel the twinge of solitude.
feel the
twinge of solitude.