Far into the flaming mountain old
Through ancient lairs deep filled with gold
They went away ere break of day
To seek the specter of sorcery untold

For hearing Shooting Star's loud yells,
While villages burn like all nine hells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
When Kashue fought Emperor Beld

For Marmo king and elvish lord
There many battles, as dragons roared
To death they fought, and arrow shot
And Kashue slew him, swinging his sword

As new heroes traversed on dragon-dung
A deadly swordfight, as Ashram sprung
The dragon-fire, the sleeping ire
But he woke up, and a new fight begun

Far into the flaming mountain old
Through ancient lairs deep filled with gold
They went away ere break of day
As shooting star's breath was hot, not cold

To gain the specter for themselves
An alliance was made, where few men dwell
As the dragon was strong, and did much wrong.
The battle joined in by men and elves.

The dragon roaring in the fight,
Swords against scale, a clank at night.
The lava was red, dragon flames spread
And came the spell, an elf of light.

The quake soon made the ground derail
As heroes looked up, their faces pale;
The lava's fire, the trouble dire
Shooting Star tried to swim, he failed

Kashue and Ashram caused more wounds;
The specter knocked off, to it's doom
And Ashram's call, his dying fall
But many died, beneath the moon.

Far into the flaming mountain dim
Through ancient lairs deep filled with grim
They went away ere break of day
As heroes died, to defeat him.