Rhapsody - Power of the Dragonflame
Mighty dragon rise!
God is dead in Thorald and in Elnor's rhyme
Mutilated bodies are now carved in ancient holy stone
Tragic decoration of unholy wars
To write the black last page
The page of blood was written by them
The dead now lying on the sand
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!
To write the black last page
The page of blood was written by them
The dead now lying on the sand
Mighty power of the dragonflame
From the mountains proud and strong
We call our dragon lord
Mighty dragon rise!
Dalle Terre Dell Ignoto Senza Pieta
To write the black last page
The page of blood was written by them
The dead now lying on the sand
Mighty power of the dragon flame
From the mountains proud and strong
We call our dragon lord
Mighty power of the dragon flame
From the mountains proud and strong
We call our dragon lord