In the north of the island
In the country of the Dragonlords
In the kingdom of Snowland
Leaded by a rough king.

His name was Grymir
Ambitious and fierce
On the back of his dragon,
He used to travel all over

One day the terrifying king was approached
By a messenger from the Imptacar kingdom
Who came to propose him an alliance:
To attack the Silver Cross Castle.

The Army from the north
Coming from Snowland
Country of dragons,
Lost behind the mountain range.

In a Night of full moon,
A pact was signed.
The forces of Snowland will join
The Imptacar's troops
To destroy their enemy.

A frightening army of barbarians
Straddling their proud dragons
Enormous masses of blood and fire
Fast and agile like swallows.

A troop of impressive warriors
Armed by heavy double axes
And covered by thick coats
The dragons eager for human flesh.