Power Of The Dragonflame

Rise mighty dragon ... Rise, rise, rise, rise ... Mighty dragon rise! Ruins of ancient wisdom closing now my darkest lonely eye God is dead in Thorald and in Elnor's rhyme Mutilated bodies are now carved in ancient holy stone Tragic decoration of unholy wars The heart of the dragon is screaming awaiting To write the black last page The page of blood was written by them ... The dead now lying on the sand Visions of disaster are now challenging the wild storms Cyclops of the midlands wash my bloody shore Sirens from the open seas now heal my broken wounded brain I call the holy typhoons ... air, fire, earth! The heart of the dragon is screaming awaiting To write the black last page The poem of blood was written by them ... The dead lying now on the sand From the silent hill we scream loud your name Mighty power of the dragonflame From the mountains proud and strong We call our dragonlord Mighty dragon rise ... rise! Energie di cosmi estinti gridano sangue Dalle terre dell'ignoto senza pieta' The heart of the dragon is screaming awaiting To write the black last page The poem of blood was written by them ... The dead lying now on the sand From the silent hill we scream loud your name Mighty power of the dragonflame From the mountains proud and strong We call our dragonlord