Another dry mornin' A summon song awakes So desolate. The tribe of the dragon He lurks on the hill with outstretched wings Watching for every false step The dragon tribe. Delusion of delight The little ones look up
Dazed of the might The envy in their eyes See the all When time is ripe
Grab a slice darkness The envy in their eyes See the all - mighty fight.
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