Born neath the sign Of the mighty winged reptile, With pride I have lived Endowed by birth with the gift! Now with honor I rise Once more I take to the sky Astride furious beasts I fly!
With dragons I ride A majestic warlord of the sky! Soaring high, Wyverns fly Battle ecstasy is nigh! Breathing fire, spitting flame My dragon throne I reclaim!
A burning black sword in my grasp Spears howl to rip flesh apart Yet lo! Our banner’s holding fast! With hatred we strike back Cutting out their hearts Drown them in a sea of blood!
Hymns echo in the clouds The clash of our steel! Driven in hegira of retreat Our foes surrender and kneel! Emerging from the fray, Victorious we stand forever true Strong and brave, ours is the day!
“And in the aftermath of carnage, corpse mounds crowd the field of battle. A sinister mist lingers over the bodies of the slain, her merciful veils covering the atrocious sight of slaughter, spilt blood and torn viscera. So many league fellows fell today, so many heroes lost, so many broken swords… Yet no battle but a war we have hereby won! O friends, grieve not overmuch! Set the dead to their pyre; sing their fame by the lyre… And high in the mournful evening sky, mighty black dragons raise a final hail of farewell and then away they fly!”
In memory of fallen lords Dragons lament with sad red eyes Envenomed tears, darkened by plight; Fiery sobs, flames in their dirge For dragon lords who once stood tall Won’t breathe the wind no more...
Only their spirit lingers on A legend eternal to forge And into glorious war lead us anon!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
