The Legend of the Tarasque Dragon

Song: The Legend of the Tarasque Dragon
Lyrics: ai & chorus by Aaron J. Weaver
Music & voices: ai


[verse 1]
Deep in the marshy Rhône where the waters run cold,
Dwelt a nightmare of old, so the legends are told.
With a lion’s fierce face and a mane like a horse,
It carved through the valley with merciless force.

Six legs of a bear and a tortoise’s shell,
Spiked armor where arrows and iron blades fell.
A serpent-like tail with a sting at the end,
No knight in the kingdom, its scales could rend.

[verse 2]
It swallowed the traveler and sank every boat,
With sulfurous sparks and a fire-choked throat.
The people of Nerluc in terror did cry,
"Who among us is brave? Who’s willing to try?".

Then came Saint Martha, with water and cross,
To walk through the woods and the riverbed moss.
She found the great beast in the midst of its feast,
And sprinkled the water till its fury had ceased.

[verse 3]
Subdued by her prayer, it stood still as a sheep,
As the fires of its spirit were lulled into sleep.
She tied her own braids around its thick neck,
And led the tamed horror from ruin and wreck.

But the town, filled with vengeance, struck out with the spear,
Forgetting their mercy in shadows of fear.
The creature fell lifeless, its legacy clear,
In the town of Tarascon, which honors it here.

[chorus]
The Tarasque dragon, a monster of old,
Was tamed by a saintly woman so bold,
They say it was fake, and was never among us,
But it looks a lot like a euoplocephalus