The king dragon with his shining skin of
scorn
Won’t fight for anyone, any war, any law
From the fall of night to the break of dawn
The dragon on his body get’s a brand new
scorn
His body of scorn reflects all with pride
A light that shows he never fought but
thrived
A light that shows to get out of a fight
he’d lied
Oh great dragon with his scorned body
With every growing scorn on silver being
A fragment of his soul vanishes into
nothing
How long will he reign and hide in his
scorn wing
Cut off his head, build cape of the scorns
for the new king
