In the dead of night
The glowing eyes
In the midst of a sleeping town
warm light, right behind
glazed stare, it is a dragon

The Green Dragon

In the stream of life
The river of golden god [bad word] to the feast

Into the depths of it's lair
I shall sneak without fear
Night after night I will savour
It's treasures

Let us go to my stronghold
Let us go to my keep
Where I can [bad word] breathe
With all my friend