Dragon Prince - An Imrik Song | Warhammer Fantasy | High Elves

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Lyrics:

From the ancient line of Phoenix Kings, born to fire and might,
Through the halls of Caledor, I walk alone in the silent night.
The dreams of dragons hum beneath the mountains cold and still,
Whispers of a kingdom lost, beneath time’s relentless will.

By blood and name, I bear the weight, the fire of kings gone by,
Caledor the Conqueror’s wrath still storms beneath our sky.
In the shadows of these hallowed halls, where mighty echoes lay,
I feel the breath of Minaithnir, and hear the dragons’ sway.

Oh, rise, oh rise, ye lords of flame, let the skies of Caledor blaze!
Awake, ye dragons of ancient might, the world trembles in your gaze.
We shall ride as one, in fire and steel, to face the coming dark,
For the dream of Caledor lives in me, a blazing, deathless spark.

Once dragons roared, and fires soared, a kingdom built on wings,
Where every prince of Caledor to battle fearsome fire did bring.
Now alone I stand, the last of the line, the fires dim but deep,
In my heart, their slumber stirs, and I feel them in their sleep.

In dreams, I see their fiery eyes, their scales of gleaming gold,
Their mighty wings that blacken the sky, as in the tales of old.
With lance of stars and armor forged from heroes long ago,
I call upon that ancient fire—the blood of kings must show.

Oh, rise, oh rise, ye lords of flame, let the skies of Caledor blaze!
Awake, ye dragons of ancient might, the world trembles in your gaze.
We shall ride as one, in fire and steel, to face the coming dark,
For the dream of Caledor lives in me, a blazing, deathless spark.

The day Minaithnir found me, broken, on Amari’s blood-soaked shore,
The mountain quaked, the dragon woke, and fierce he brought his roar.
Talons flashed, his breath of death, fire carved through iron shields,
And together, bound, we rose as one, no force could make us yield.

He swore his life to me that day, the last of Caledor’s light,
In his prophecy, he spoke of fate, of the final fateful fight.
I hear his words, in dreams and wind, that dragons must rise anew,
A kingdom forged in fire and steel—returned to the skies blue.

Oh, rise, oh rise, ye lords of flame, let the skies of Caledor blaze!
Awake, ye dragons of ancient might, the world trembles in your gaze.
We shall ride as one, in fire and steel, to face the coming dark,
For the dream of Caledor lives in me, a blazing, deathless spark.

So sound the horns of Dragonspire, let Vaul’s Anvil burn bright,
For even if our bones turn dust, we’ll stand in one last fight.
Caledor’s sons and daughters rise, our lance a comet’s streak,
For Ulthuan, for honor, for flame—our foes shall fall, our fire shall speak.

Oh, rise, oh rise, ye lords of flame, let the skies of Caledor blaze!
Awake, ye dragons of ancient might, the world trembles in your gaze.
We shall ride as one, in fire and steel, to face the coming dark,
For the dream of Caledor lives in me, a blazing, deathless spark.

Oh, rise, oh rise, ye lords of flame, let the skies of Caledor blaze!
Awake, ye dragons of ancient might, the world trembles in your gaze.
We shall ride as one, in fire and steel, to face the coming dark,
For the dream of Caledor lives in me, a blazing, deathless spark.

[stephenemery]

The more I learn about the Elves, I can't help but want more!

[aris]

You don't know how much this instills in me the will to write my ideas, perhaps I'm not the only person to see dracons in our skies

[herbertschulz]

This is great, but when are we getting a Balthasar Gelt song?

[odinsnivygunner]

This is really inspiring me to do an Imrik campaign in Total War