..... 
on cold landscapes of ghostly substance 
the dragon spreads its wings 
the only dragon, creator of time 
on paths where 
once surrounded by night 
throned the dragon of time now dwells 
the swords dipped in blood 
stone cold, washed away by time 
none shall live and all shall die 
immortal we stand 
on the hills where the dragon flies 
on the hills where dragon flies 
.....