Riding on the dragon
My spider wife wrapped around me
Look down at my home below
See our hybrid army surrounding
Men run screaming out
From the homes the cowards stole
Now they suffer vengeance at the fangs
Of my goblin-spider children’s mandibles
The pain of glory warms my soul
Like a gory theatre show
Splattered corpses on the streets
A platter for my progeny
My enemies cannot escape
My dragon-steed patrols the gates
Humans eaten roasted or raw
Eradicate them all
The cowards raise their hands in the air
I stare at them and laugh in their face
If mercy’s what they hope to receive
I’ll return the mercy they gave to my race
The pain of glory warms my soul
Like a gory theatre show
Corpses splattered on the streets
A platter for my progeny
My enemies cannot escape
My dragon-steed patrols the gates
Humans eaten roasted or raw
I kiss my wife’s maw
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