The past forty-three hours of constant hell
Have not dampened my ability to tell
That through this fog of sulfuric black-
Is a raging monster on the attack.

I can't see him yet, but I can smell the stench
Of his pillage as he begins to reach
More and more food to fuel his growing furnace.
"Lord God Almighty don't let this thing burn us!"

I can't see him yet, but my lungs know he's there
For they scream as the smoke rips and tears
It's way in and out of my heaving chest,
And all my body's cells beg for rest.

I can't see him yet, but my ears hear his roar
As we get closer to hell's gate and death's door;
Every fiber of my being warns to turn back,
But our efforts must not waver nor go slack.

Then with trembling knees and sword and shield in hand;
With armored heads and bodies, we all band
Together as one to enter the fray.
This demon must be defeated today.

All at once the dragon appears with bellows
Sucking and blowing, enough to make a fellow
Break and run, but we must make a stand here and now.
We must cut off the dragon's head, somehow.

"Stand firm crew, his bark is worse than his bite.
We'll beat this devil if it takes all night."
He charges us and we just barely hold on;
We're all beat, bushed, tired to the bone.

With everything we know and courage slipping
We attack the dragon's throat by ripping
The roaring flame from his ugly, vicious head-
Until at last the dragon lays black and dead.

Now dawn turns the horror of night into day.
We rest, lick our wounds and in silence say,
"We did it, we won, we did fine,
Let's be ready for the next time."