Inspired by "Magic Dragon" from the album "Tales from the Kingdom of Fife" by Gloryhammer.
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Being surrounded by demonic hord
It is not making me feel any fear.
I shall take my two epic swords
And I shall slay demos as they appear.
I'm mighty warrior looking for crushing the foes.
Morta was standing in front of my eyes
But then she hid behind demons' backs.
I had to make a dozen of tries
Before I could begin my attacks.
I'll reach the Demon Lord and I'll attack as wind blows.
I was slaying, crushing the Demon Lord's defense,
Fighting the battle with glory,
Fighting for our revenge,
To save the world!
Morta couldn't stand against my offense.
That was the end of her story.
Her life was then at the edge.
Her death was foretold.
I thrashed Morta with epic swords and then cut her,
Cut her to pieces and burned them.
I left from her only ash
With the head.
She is killed now! Morta will not live anymore.
She never will live postmortem.
She is now nothing but trash.
Morta is now dead.