"I remember the time
The days long ago
Before the cold set in
And the rivers still flowed
When we would sing
By the warm fire light
No fear of the frost
Nor a fear of the ice
When Bitingcold ruled
Before their kin driven mad
The Age of Desolation
Our protectors our warriors
Our shields our pride
Our strength never bending
With them by our side
Now we have but one goal
One thing which to strive
Only one goal is at hand
And that is to survive
Lying deep in the desert
Where reptiles run
She flies over head
Silhouetted in sun
Shifting the sands
Bright blue in the night
She’ll rise up again
Hallowed in the moonlight
Now Thunderclaps loose
There’s no where to hide
Her thunder and lightening
Rain fire from the sky
Our protectors our warriors
Our shields no more
The Age of Desolation
An epoch of war
Now we have but one goal
One thing which to strive
Only one goal is at hand
And that is to survive
Powerful, brazen
Old Toroshivar
The first Lord of Dragons
His mind driven far
With Shardscale to blame
For all to behold
What once was our home
Is now dead, fire, and cold
Survive if you can
The realms of our land
Survive this Age of Desolation
We have but one goal
One thing which to strive
Only one goal is at hand
And that is to survive
We have but one goal
One thing which to strive
Only one goal is at hand
And that is to survive"