| Rise, rise, rise, rise…
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| Mighty dragon rise!
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| Ruins of ancient wisdom closing now my darkest lonely eye
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| God is dead in Thorald and in Elnor’s rhyme
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| Mutilated bodies are now carved in ancient holy stone
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| Tragic decoration of unholy wars
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| The heart of the dragon is screaming awaiting
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| To write the black last page
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| The page of blood was written by them…
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| The dead now lying on the sand
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| Visions of disaster are now challenging the wild storms
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| Cyclops of the midlands was my bloody shore
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| Sirens from the open seas now heal my broken wounded brain
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| I call the holy typhoons… air, fire, earth!
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| The heart of the dragon is screaming awaiting
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| To write the black last page
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| The page of blood was written by them…
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| The dead now lying on the sand
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| From the silent hill we scream loud your name
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| Mighty power of the dragonflame
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| From the mountains proud and strong
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| We call our dragonlord
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| Rise, rise, rise… rise again…
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| Mighty dragon rise!
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| Energie di cosmi estinti gridano sangue
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| Dalle terre dell’ignoto senza pieta'
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| The heart of the dragon is screaming awaiting
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| To write the black last page
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| The page of blood was written by them…
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| The dead now lying on the sand
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| From the silent hill we scream loud your name
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| Mighty power of the dragonflame
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| From the mountains proud and strong
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| We call our dragonlord |