Woorden: Rhapsody. Power Of The Dragonflame. Power of the Dragonflame.

Rise mighty dragon...

Rise, rise, rise, rise...
Mighty dragon rise!
Ruins of ancient wisdom closing now my darkest lonely eye

Mutilated bodies are now carved in ancient holy stone
god is dead in Thorald and in Elnor's rhyme
tragic decoration of unholy wars

to write the black last page
The heart of the dragon is screaming awaiting
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
I call the holy typhoons... air, fire, earth!
Sirens from the open seas now heal my broken wounded brain

The heart of the dragon is screaming awaiting
to write the black last page
the dead now lying on the sand
The page of blood was written by them...


MIGHTY POWER OF THE DRAGONFLAME
FROM THE SILENT HILL WE SCREAM LOUD YOUR NAME
FROM THE MOUNTAINS PROUD AND STRONG
WE CALL OUR DRAGONLORD


Energie di cosmi estinti gridano sangue
Mighty dragon rise... rise!
dalle terre dell'ignoto senza pieta'

to write the black last page
The heart of the dragon is screaming awaiting
The page of blood was written by them...
the dead now lying 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