Once There Was A Hermit
Who Was Chasing Dragons
Villagers Called Upon His Name
He Would Be The One To
Annihilate The Dragon, Bless Him
Onwards The Dingle Of Dragons
Fighting Dragons With My Sword
The Dragon Sword, The Lost Legend
Saunters Into The Forest
Find The Snoring Dragon
Waiting And Flaming
To Caprice Our Savior
The Battle Between Two Creatures
Pugnacious, Weariness, Clattering
The Dragon Breathes His Last Breath
Considering The Birth Of The Occurrence
Grimed And Perished, He Thought
About The Sword, The Dragon Sword
The Withering Dragon Was Devoured
Strolling Towards The Hamlet, With An Endorsed Gaze
In His Sloppy Wards, Content With His Mandate
The Villagers Are Waiting For
The Return Of Their Dragon Slayer
Arrived At The Atrium Of His Settlement
Inhabitants Asking, Admiring
He Who Cultivate The Dragon
At Midnight, The Wild Boars Frizzled
Barley Water Flows Abundantly
A Banquet Of Eternal Victory