A foul stench hangs in the darkened air
The homeless wander lost amongst the ruin
Homes smolder as burnt out buildings collapse
The murderous horde has moved on to pillage
Killing the elders, leaving the children alone in another village
There is a light high upon the mountain grey
Fear falls upon the hearts of the living
The dragon is awake this desolate night
It is not red as flame, rather sparkling like a jewel
Someone says it shall be okay, he is thought a fool
With the roar of the wind and the sound of death
The children fall silent, awaiting their doom
The dragon flies to them, talons of glittering steel
Circling high over the lost children's heads
Standing alone in the snow, not asleep in their beds
On this, the eve of a Christmas lost
The dragon brings not more death and doom
Setting down in the village a wonderful tree
Adorned with jewels and emeralds shining this night
A star glowing at the top, making things alright
Circling the sky once again, this beast
Returning from his mountain retreat
Dropping sacks of food, clothes and toys
Dragon tears extinguishing the flames that burn
For this is the Dragon Christmas the children learn
