歌词
In the land of Hrothgar, where the shadows creep,
A tale is whispered, chilling and deep.
Of Tiberax the Dragonborn, with scales so cold,
A pirate's saga, a story untold.
His town ablaze, his family lost,
To Breadwinners’ flames, a terrible cost.
A boy turned vengeful, with heart of stone,
In sorrow’s wake, his path was sown.
He joined the crew of Berber the Black,
With plundering hands and heart attack.
They looted and raided, left towns to weep,
And many a soul in chains to keep.
But Berber’s end came swift and dire,
A wife’s revenge, a scorned heart's fire.
With captain dead, Tiberax did rise,
A new leader with dragon eyes.
Upon the seas, his fury spread,
But haunting dreams of the living dead.
A necromancer's dark allure,
Promised a cure, a past restore.
He sought to raise his brother dear,
But found a husk, not life sincere.
In rage, he turned on the dark mage's plan,
But spared his life for lessons’ span.
In shadows deep, his power grew,
A necromancer's path he knew.
His crew by fear, did him obey,
Until Mufflemore, where demons lay.
They drove the darkness from the town,
But in the light, his crew turned 'round.
Abandoned, lost, his heart grew black,
In necromancy, found his track.
Now Tiberax roams the seas alone,
A villain feared, his legend known.
Children shiver, in beds they lay,
Of Dragonborn's terror, to keep at bay.
A power-hungry soul, a heart of ice,
He turned the living into vice.
A ghostly figure in moon’s pale light,
A pirate’s dread, a fearsome sight.
Beware the sea, where shadows tread,
For Tiberax hunts, the living dead.
A tale of sorrow, a heart gone wrong,
A fearful ballad, a caution’s song.
