Fangs of Ice, Flame of the Past

[Verse 1] Beneath the veil of endless white, A shadow sleeps in ancient spite, Scales of frost and flame entwine, A dragon lost to war and time. Once he soared with burning pride, Red as ruin, fierce and wide— Now he coils in silent pain, His throne: the storm, the sleet, the slain. [Chorus] O Theodorix, of wyrmkind grand, Your wings are ash, your wrath still stands. A relic of the Erdtree's fall, You dream of fire beneath the pall. From mountain bones to frozen breath, You guard the gate of frost and death. Yet in your roar, we hear the cries Of ancient flame that never dies. [Verse 2] First of blood and last of kin, He watched the Golden Age begin— But dragons bowed, and lords arose, The age of flame met cold repose. No friend, no foe, no kin remain, Only snow and searing flame. Still he waits with shattered pride, The fire dim, but not yet died. [Chorus] O Theodorix, of wyrmkind grand, Your wings are ash, your wrath still stands. A relic of the Erdtree's fall, You dream of fire beneath the pall. From mountain bones to frozen breath, You guard the gate of frost and death. Yet in your roar, we hear the cries Of ancient flame that never dies. [Bridge] Woe to the Tarnished who seek him out, For glory, grace, or hollow doubt. The frost shall crack, the flames shall flare, And wrath shall ride the freezing air. [Final Chorus] O Theodorix, old wyrm betrayed, You slumber deep where light decays. Still coiled 'round that frozen land— A dragon’s soul, a storm unmanned. Though time forgets, the snow remains, And fire sleeps within your veins. One final roar, then stillness wide— The Great Wyrm waits where gods have died.