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 was 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 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