A greedy dwarf and his father’s gold
Begins the tale of a Dragon old
He killed his father and took his hoard
Hid in a cave guarded by his soul
Through his greed and the curse of gold
Slowly transformed into a Dragon
Oh great Fafnir, ruler of Fire
The color red, of summer and sword
You feel the power enter your body
Cleansing fire from the Dragons mouth
Protect yourself from your enemies
And the Fire, waiting for you
It’s the Fire, protecting you
And the fire, surrounding you
It’s the fire, you can’t see through
Siegfried new not of the treachery
Fafnirs brother and the Dragons gold
The magician filled the warriors mind
With thoughts of riches and glory divine
To the river they did lay a trap
He dug a hole and hid there well
When Fafnir passed over top the hole
Siegfried used Grim to slay the Dragon
Dying Fafnir told of the treachery
The magician wanting everything
The warrior took all of the hoard
Bringing with it the curse of gold
The fire Dragon and the treasure hoard
A dead magician and a cursed warrior
Family ruined by the greed of gold
Another Dragon and the tales of old
Fafnirs fire and the red Dragons
They will live on in our legends
