• The past is far away it seems,
    But it lives on in our dreams,
    Ancient kings and queens of old,
    Warriors and soldiers, bold.

    Elvaden was one of few,
    Dragons, demons, men, he slew,
    His sword was long, his sword was sharp,
    Men sung of him with flute and harp.

    Haracleft was one he slew,
    A dragon strong, this dragon flew
    Like a gale, o’er the homes
    Of men, now nothing more than bones.

    Elvaden, he hunted long,
    All was quiet, no sound or song,
    He found him there, on mountain tall,
    And there Haracleft did fall.

    The dragon fell from on high,
    Bloody spirals stained the sky,
    As he let out his dying breath,
    His tail swept, the scythe of Death.

    He fell upon the town below,
    The men came out and saw their foe,
    Lying there upon the inn,
    The men began to dance and sing.

    “Behold, our enemy is dead!
    Look, see how he lays his head!
    Bring out the wine, bring out the mead!
    Who should we thank for this great deed?”

    Elvaden came down then,
    His blood-stained sword, it shocked the men,
    He said, “I slew this mighty beast,
    You all may now live in peace.”

    The men began to sing again,
    Of Elvaden, the dragon’s bane,
    But as they sang he slipped away,
    Misty darkness, end of day.

    Fame of his deeds spread ‘cross the land,
    Across the sea, across the sand,
    Many people called for aid,
    Crying women, men afraid.

    Years later, from the ground,
    Came a race of demons, fire-bound,
    They destroyed many cities, ‘ere
    Elvaden sought out their lair.

    Imraden was his sword’s name,
    Imraden, Evil-bane,
    It bathed itself in demon blood,
    Till only one more stood.

    Elvaden was poised and ready,
    His glov’d hands were still and steady,
    This demon was the strongest yet,
    Imraden and talon met.

    Imraden was swung and lo!
    The demon dodged the fatal blow,
    And ready with his claws of steel,
    Prepared to take another meal.

    Elvaden was wounded deep,
    Nameless voices called him, “Sleep!
    Leave this pain and fear alone,
    Come again to your true home.”

    And whilst his mind did fade away,
    Still his sword in hand did stay,
    And with his arms he did his part,
    He cleft the foul thing through the heart.

    Grieving people found him clasped,
    Lying in the demon’s grasp,
    Then they found a sacred mound,
    And laid his body in the ground.

    But his legend still lives on,
    Kept forever in this song,
    The day is ended, shadows long,
    The evil ones are dead and gone.