Skin and Feather

Charms and bags and graveyard stones, witch bottles protects our homes
 Minerals of many, many kinds - Things we dig for in our mines
 Now the element of fire - From candle glow to wild desire
 They walk in it and do not burn - It seals the spell from which they yearn
 The tide is rolling on but they will never turn
 To burn the orks and skeletons - Is just for what they yearn
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 From the mountains the wizards come
 But no all at once just one by one
 With powers in the coats they wear
 Skin and feather, fur and hair
 Relics of power and filled full of wonder
 Those who slithered, pattered, thundered
 Stones upon which mysterious symbols show
 And lava, fire, spit taken from volcano
 Spells to aid them in their quest - Combining them of course is always the best
 And when with magic scrolls thay are steady - To fight in battle they'll be ready
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 The tide is rolling on - With demon ships across the shore
 The wizards fight until the tide should roll no more
 Turn around look at the field - Holding nothing but my wand and my shield
 Those demons are amazed and leave our land alone