Rhapsody

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 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...