(The fighting and finally befriending of the mythical but very real dragon 
Moroth. Ending in the showing by Moroth to Braveheart the power of the 
Shield of Darkness and the foretelling of his coming to rule Savageland) 

The wind and rain were allies 
Fought the sweat upon his brow 
And hunger was an enemy 
The fear it stalked the ground 
He gazed up at the mountain 
To the dragonslair he crawled 
And clutched his mighty hammer 
To his breast that was so cold 

In dragonslair 
All alone in dragonslair 
Im so alone 
Alone in dragonslair 

So heavy was his breathing 
Remembering the myth 
How mighty was the dragon 
And Moroth he was called 
The guardian of the shield 
Of darkness was his role 
And suddenly he saw the beast 
How could he be so bold 

Awakened from his slumber 
Moroth spied him with one eye 
Unfurled his wings with gaping mouth 
A million teeth shone bright 
Down and down he circled 
So silent in his flight 
The clash of steel on scaly skin 
Resounded in the night 

As Moroth saw the pendant 
Around our heroes neck 
A memory great eons old 
Flashed suddenly in his head 
"Reveal the Shield of Darkness" 
The old ones they had told 
To he who is the true one 
And serve him in his quest