Dragonslayer
[Instrumental]
In the kingdom of Yancey, where dragons did roam,
A maiden named Zelda, brave and bold, did roam.
In golden armor, her sword a fiery flame,
She swore to slay the dragons, and make them tame.
With shield held high and spirit strong and true,
She ventured forth, her quest to pursue.
Through forests dark and mountains steep she'd climb,
Facing danger, every single time.
With each dragon slain, her courage grew,
Her legend spread, her fame anew.
But one remained, a beast of silver hue,
Makxa, the dreaded, fierce and cruel.
They clashed in battle, a sight to see,
Zelda's sword and Makxa's claws, wild and free.
The dragon roared, a mighty, fearsome sound,
But Zelda stood her ground, and fought with might unbound.
The battle raged, a clash of steel and scale,
Until at last, Makxa began to fail.
With one final blow, Zelda struck true,
And felled the beast, the battle through.
But victory came at a heavy cost,
Zelda's wounds were deep, her strength was lost.
She returned home, a hero hailed and praised,
But her body failed, her life began to fade.
Though she was mortal, her spirit would endure,
In bards' tales and tavern songs, forever pure.
Zelda, the Dragonslayer, her name would live on,
A legend told, a story never gone.
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