He marches up the dune with two suns beating down on his bare back
Finding salvation in self preservation his survival depends on the strength to attack
The dragon awaits for it's meal to arrive there'll be no reservations when the time comes to dine
As the sky turns to red and the night settles in a confrontation, a rite of admission begins
As dust settles in the combatants enclose regarding each other as despiseable foes
lifting the spear the tip seems to glow as the dragon attacks jagged teeth shine in rows
he strikes at the neck and the blood starts to flow receiving a gash 'cross the back for the blow
the dragon stumbles wounded and injured rushing at him in despair
he's calm and he's poised adrenaline rushes slowly he raises his spear
he hurls his weapon as the beast approaches it whistles through the air
finding it's target between the eyes it shatters the great beast's skull
its eyes grow dim and it falls to the ground the man retrieves his spear
wiping it off, the adrenaline fades the warrior will claim his prize
the moon is out his hands are bloody he removes the pearl from it's throat
the moon is out his hands are bloody he removes the pearl from it's throat
The time comes to return home his trial passed with success
Carrying the dragon's pearl he comes home a man
He marches up the dune with two suns beating down on his bare back
Finding salvation in self preservation his survival depends on the strength to attack
The dragon awaits for it's meal to arrive there'll be no reservations when the time comes to dine
As the sky turns to red and the night settles in a confrontation, a rite of ad-miss-ion beginsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
