Yurgen’s son, the dragon fair,
met Omer son of Caelumis
And so the knight and Yurgen’s heir
did battle in the rain
And lo, the dragon wounded lay
from Omer’s mortal blow
The knight, in grief, did haste away
to save his mortal foe

And Omer, bent with sorrow,
bowed in Yurgen’s mountain hall
And told the ancient dragon how
his only heir did fall
So Yurgen, mighty dragon king,
atop his mountain keep
Asunder tore the glistening
and rocky mountain steep

He summoned every dragon
for to burrow through the ground
To find the fabled ore
that made the healing sound
But Yurgen’s heir was cold and killed,
and buried in the mount
As the dragons tunneled deeper still
below the ocean fount

And at thunderous din
the misty mountain climbs
Collapsed upon the beasts
within the darkness of the mines
From the ocean then did Yurgen rise
to seek his dying son
But where his kingdom once arrayed
two silver moons hung

His dragon kingdom moldered,
his dragon scion slain
King Yurgen’s sorrow smoldered
and he sank away again
The halls that towered in cloudy steeps
now lie beneath the waves
And Yurgen’s fallen kingdom sleeps
in murky ocean graves

The rainy dusk hath split
in twain the gilded silver moons
And all who come shall hear again
the dragons’ lonesome tune

But lo, beyond the river black
The Carriage will come, the Carriage Black
By shadowed steed and shadowed tack
And shadowed driver driving

To wrest you from your berth and bower
In deepest night and darkest hour
Across the sea, to the mounts
That sunk below to the ocean founts