On the northern wind we fly Our dragonmounts block out the sky From icy wood to distant shores All heathens feel our mighty swords
With dragonfire and clash of steel We take their lives and burn their fields The gods declare this land our right
Behold the mighty dragonflight Let retribution come this night For gold and glory... we die!
WE DIE!!!
In conquest we find peace of mind Our lands grow vast, men fear our kind Before our gods they all shall kneel Or spill their blood upon The Wheel
With clash of steel and dragonfire This town shall be a funeral pyre The gods declare this land our right
Behold the mighty dragonflight Let retribution come this night For gold and glory... we die!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
