[Verse 1] Well, well… I’m Siegfried, slayer of the wicked Fafnir beast, That’s the tale they carve in stone, from north to mighty east. But legends tend to wobble when the truth begins to rise, So let me paint the picture that the bards forgot to write. [Verse 2] Old Fafnir wasn’t raging, he was tired and growing slow, A pensioned dragon warming up his cave with gentle glow. He curled beside the fire, humming low to keep the chill, No kingdom left to conquer, just a quiet night to fill. [Verse 3] I slipped inside his cavern like a shadow on the wall, A vagabond with empty hands and dreams of gold and all. He didn’t even see me – had his back turned to the flame, Then thunder shook the chamber… from HIS REAR END it came. [Verse 4] A mighty blast of dragon-gas ignited in the air, A jet of fire roared toward me – I swear it singed my hair. And in that blazing moment, fear and greed became my guide, I drew my blade and struck him down before he turned his side. [Verse 5] The cave fell still and quiet as his embers flickered out, And I stood there triumphant, full of glory, full of doubt. But when I dragged his treasure home, the story changed its skin: The “evil dragon Fafnir” was the tale that made me win. [Final Verse – Moral] So hear this wandering bluesman when he tells you what he saw: Don’t trust a hero’s story when the foe can’t speak no more. Truth bends for the victor, and a legend loves a lie - Believe not every ballad when the other side can’t cry.
