The Dragoness [Valakas]

[Tharipso]

The Dragoness [Valakas]

Participants: Ally AFL

Forgotten wells are getting cold
On mile suburb a heather fade
And i review how sun has rolled
On cool declivity sky shade
... Losing remainders of heat...

Blood-red moon flooded the foothills and taunt a reason. In her frightening light any shade carried a threat. Even a night predators, dwelling amongst rocks and not made by sharp wit, were withdrewed in slots and sometimes wistfully wailing.

Nighty colours at granite declivities,
Shelters colours at holy dry land,
And a bright amber eyes of the dragoness
Can reflect crystal piece at the sand
... I keep that treasure....

In red reflections of the moon, ancient dragoness looked suppressed. Beautiful and proud creation, holding people in a terror for thousands years, mighty dragon of the fire she snuggled to walls, and wistfully review a suburbs. Cursing powerful gold that forever is mine

For a treasonous reflection of heat
I remember about a one time
When her wings got incredible threat
... Now her heart do a final beat....

They were omnipotent. They were delighting by power and impunity. Priceless treasures, the great artifacts - were kept in their den.. They: Valakas and Valakas, he and she... Nothing could not be a barrier for them: neither fortresses, nor warriors.

 

 

But this power became their curse. Less and less the rash shadow of the majestic dragon had splits clouds. More seldom they flew wing to wing above the sleeping ground, and blood coolled off. Seemed, the circle of time was terminated and the world would remain unchangeable. How they mistakenned! World became other at one instant, then a lot of heroes penetrated to an ancient mountains. She felt his last flight. Felt each wound on his body. And nothing that she could do. His rage was her rage. Her despair - became his despair. All these emotions she outlived once again and once again. She knew that now she could not survive. Soon and her time will come..

But a heroes have lavishing banquet
Under canopy of Royal oak halls
Boasing with a full of wine goblet,
That they can get that nobody knows
...And they like these mysterious shows...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Lyrics of  "The Mill", translate and adaptation by Kelnmiir

[dani3l]

Wow,freakin epic

[Sirius92]

Great work, I specially like the last screen.

[habte]

It's really nice.

[s1lenc3]

Is this is skinned valakas or you did something with photoshop ? Looks somehow dark-shining.