Bellion the grand

The huge lizards reflected in the forests dappled light
Staring him down like any face to face fight
The wounded captain glanced at his fallen men
most torn limb from limb

But fear didn't hit his brow
A dagger appeared in his hand still low
He'd drawn it undetected between reptilian growls
One of the beasts sprang up to rip a gizzard
Bellion hurled his own body at the regal lizard

Catching the lizards eye and avoiding it's teeth and talons
before Svylas staggered over the mound with Wagrons

Bellion was greater than the seven sons of Rasvlan
The lands of the east were conquered by his hand
and the furnace of the empire burnt at his will

Bellion had slaughtered the eastern Strak a major triumph
The most evil of monsters who'd claim a dozen lives a month
From Lecvillea to the southern limits of Vlanstead

Bellion the grand savior of Vlanstead
Bellion the great beautifier of lecvillea!
Heroe of the Wagrons