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Dagger Eyes
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Woodlands Seraphine Dark Night, where forest creatures take to flight.
From mountains claw, from oceans tail, volcanoes breath of fire.
Pay homage to the hobbled grove where lies the Dragons eyes.
For the tongue of thunder frights the doe, and all must bow before the lion.
But all the stars up in the sky will bow before the Dragons eyes.
The Dragons bloood is in all things, our life force in its veins.
Our feelings rush to and fro, no more, than the pulse within its brain.
Low when the hurricane doth come, low when the ground doth rumble.
Tis no more than the Dragons breath, no more than stomach trouble.
And low when we should lose our place and believe we are the masters.
What monsters shall we have to face in men, and what disasters.
For the dragon breaches wind and brook, the dunes of devestation.
The sunny sky, the oceans depths, our heightrs of revelation.
And who of you would dare to come, who of you would die.
To come and look, to lose your mind, within the Dragons Dagger Eyes.