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Ballad of the Soaring Moon When he fell to the ground, suffering. When he could not spread his wings. She ran down from the edge, To return the sacred debt. She ran without hope - And a cry of pain sounded in the darkness. Her dragon, rebellious in soul, He gave his life for her. She fell with a terrible cry She prayed - just live. But everything that was important before Is covered in age-old ash There will be no day when together again There will be no night for two The sky will cool down, disappear There will be no end to the evil days. Enemies and grinding steel all around And there is nowhere else to run They fought for power and gold To please their gods They came in blood up to the elbows And brought ancient horror In bottomless eyes ice and lust Without fear, conscience, soul. She stood without hope And the cry of pain no longer sounds Her dragon, as before, before Will not rise and will not protect In his eyes washed with pain, In them having read her sentence, Clenching the remains of will in her fists, Stepped down from the endless mountains And jumping headlong into the flames, Not to survive in it and not to save. She was resurrected in a terrible howl, Becoming a dragon, having brought down death. She soared above the mountains As an arrow rose into the sky Flapping her mighty wings She fell again, carrying fire