Rise, mighty dragon.
Rise.. Rise.. Rise.. Rise..
Mighty dragon, rise!
Ruins of ancient wisdom closing now my darkest lonely eye.
God is dead in Tho**ld 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.
Might power of the dragonflame!
From the mountains, proud and strong
We call our dragonlord.
Rise.. Rise.. Mighty dragon!
Mighty dragon, 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 page of blood was written by them
the dead now lying on the sand.
From the Silent hill, we scream loud your name.
Might power of the dragonflame!
From the mountains, proud and strong
We call our dragonlord.
From the Silent hill, we scream loud your name.
Might power of the dragonflame!
From the mountains, proud and strong
We call our dragonlord.