Born from mystery, creatures strange,
A curse on my bones or blessing all the same?
I am from the folk of Man, proud like a tree,
I am destined for greatness, can you not see?
Drakeling they call me, my ancestry my pride,
Watch me save the world, with my might!
Truly a beauty, is what men call me,
Yet I care not for love, I want to be free!
Watch me as I bare my teeth, white,
Ready for battle, ready for the northern life!
Drakeling they call me, my family my home,
Watch me save my kin, with shield and sword!
One day I'll be chieftain, of my mothers' tribe,
So much to learn yet, I can not lie..
Shall my father still be with me, after the journey?
It is my hope, to be whole again, but this I can't foresee.
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My life is on my feet evermore,
taking me to the strangest roads,
All my life, is to explore!
Still I have so much further to go!
Armed with a rope of magic,
which my hands, knot and curl!
It has been a life fantastic,
what else will it unfurl?
Herder of bears and wolves,
is what some would have me branded.
Alf-friend curiously amongst those,
with which I now have banded.
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Far in the north I dwell, in my mountains' hold.
My home is not grey and bleak, nor is it cold.
Filled with the wild things, full of jest and mirth!
Where warriors train and young couples flirt..
Yet,
My eyes do not show it, while my heart,
aches for my daughter, to return..
