Before the Iron Throne, before the wars of kings, there was fire.
This song tells the legend of Balerion — the Black Dread, the greatest dragon ever to darken the skies of Westeros. A living storm of flame whose shadow shaped kingdoms and whose roar forged history in fire.
[Intro]
Before the thrones…
before the wars…
there was fire.
[Verse 1]
Born in shadow, born in flame,
Before the crowns, before the names.
When Valyria touched the sky,
He learned the world how gods can die.
His wings eclipsed the sun above,
The ground would shake where he moved on.
No wall could stand, no sword could plead,
The sky itself would learn to bleed.
[Chorus]
Balerion — Black Dread of old,
A living storm, a breath of gold.
Kings would kneel, and cities burned,
When from the dark his fire turned.
He was fear, he was flame,
The world still trembles at his name.
[Verse 2]
He carried conquerors on his back,
Forged seven crowns from ash and black.
The Iron Throne was born in flame,
Bent by fire, scarred by pain.
Harrenhal fell in molten rain,
Stone turned red, then screamed again.
No song was sung, no prayer was said,
When dragonfire baptized the dead.
[Chorus]
Balerion — Black Dread of old,
A living storm, a breath of gold.
Kings would kneel, and cities burned,
When from the dark his fire turned.
He was fear, he was flame,
The world still trembles at his name.
[Bridge]
Time is cruel, even to gods,
Scars grow deep beneath the scales.
The fire dims, the wings grow still,
But legends never truly fail.
For even death must bow its head,
To things too vast to be called dead.
And every dragon yet to rise
Still carries embers of his skies.
[Final Chorus]
Balerion — Black Dread of old,
The last great shadow ever flown.
Though his bones lie cold and still,
The world remembers… and always will.
For when men dream of flame and fear,
The Black Dread’s wings are always near.
[Outro]
Fire fades…
but legends burn forever.
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