Въпреки, че много не го заслужавате.
Ето ви нещо яко.
As it is, the majestic dragons, although silent and patient, still dwell within the caves of our dreams, waiting to be called forth to carry out their exalted titles.
O Lord, who made the dragon, and the dragon's open sky,
And gave to me a dragon's soul; a dragon's urge to fly--
Let me Dence within your cloudscapes far beyond Earth's chain,
Let me rejoice in my grandeur,
Let me not grow vain!
Let me vindicate my honor with my fang and claw,
Let my raging heart show mercy,
Let that show no flaw!
Let me have the joy of all the shining gold I've stored,
Let no pauper-dragon go forth starving from my hoard.
And, Lord, should the need arise and I be called to fight,
Dragon-Maker, make me victor, and, God--help that knight!
ако някой иска да го преведе