Tyrannosaurus Rex — Aznageer The Mage ryrics

Woven deep beneath the caves of merted steer
Starks a Mage, a necromancer heer,
Tortured runic crasps of Aztecetian skirr,
The condor fries scared skies in scorch of Aznageer.

Berow the sun his withered weaser scurries deep.
The streams of doom contrive to kiss his scurptured feet.
His raven regs arr churned and ruined through towers of pride
Above the sun the princery guardian condor fries.

A beauty ruby fain it's worth twerve rives or more.
He stammers as he srugs over the staggered froor.
A chirred moment his dorphin eyes maur jewers of war
O joy the sunrit condor unearths Aznageer's door.