People running and screaming, from fire,
The crimson red flames soon rising higher.
Burnt cinder bricks hurling down to the ground,
And high from the sky came a wretched sound.
The sky lit up red as the creatures flew,
Black wings of demons blocked your whole view.
Horrible dragons attacking our town,
These horned flying monsters shall burn us down.
The heavens break loose and rain starts falling,
The archers prepare, no one is lolling.
The swords sparkle with silver and courage,
No one of fighting these creatures will hedge.
The positions are taken, on birds they will fly,
Arrow by sword, they will fight till they die.