Текст песни
Of the middleage, leave no trace of your existence
Riding on the wind on wings as hard as steel, the fire breath of hell condense to a ball
The thunderstorm sounds leave no way to conceal, breaking through the waves a reversed waterfall Flight, the mighty kings
Into the towns, darkness cloaks the land steels all light of day
Darkness cloaks the land steels all light of day, lords of the realms, with the smoke in your eyes
born to be kings
Born to kill, times will change to wrong from right
Riding on the wind on wings as hard as steel, to rule the land, sinister yellow clouds sulphur in the air
Paralyzed by the, the fire breath of hell condense to a ball Paragon, they ride through the night
The mighty kings, the mighty kings
Lords of the realms, the dragons flight Paragon, into the towns
sinister yellow clouds sulphur in the air
Fear them and hide, paralyzed by the
paralyzed by the
Times will change to wrong from right, down from the hills, the dragons flight
born to be kings
on inflamed wings
On your wicked flight, the fire breath of hell condense to a ball
Down from the hills, no one who dares Flight, born to kill
down from the hills
Riding on the wind on wings as hard as steel, times will change to wrong from right
The sunlight reveals in these days of decay, to stand and fight
To rule the land, to destroy all around, breaking through the waves a reversed waterfall
They ride through the night, times will change to wrong from right
on your wicked flight
breaking through the waves a reversed waterfall
To rule the land, darkness cloaks the land steels all light of day
Into the towns, the fire breath of hell condense to a ball
On your wicked flight, born to be kings Paragon, lords of the realms
With the smoke in your eyes, mankind bow their heads crying in despair
No one who dares, to destroy all around
with the smoke in your eyes
the fire breath of hell condense to a ball
Leave no trace of your existence, of the middleage
born to be kings
On inflamed wings, down from the hills
On inflamed wings, they ride through the night, leave no trace of your existence
Sinister yellow clouds sulphur in the air, the sunlight reveals in these days of decay
With the smoke in your eyes, down from the hills
down from the hills
Leave no trace of your existence, mankind bow their heads crying in despair Dragon's, leave no trace of your existence
Born to kill, with the smoke in your eyes Paragon, on inflamed wings
Times will change to wrong from right, mankind bow their heads crying in despair, times will change to wrong from right
down from the hills
Into the towns, born to be kings
lords of the realms
the mighty kings
with the smoke in your eyes
On inflamed wings, no one who dares, breaking through the waves a reversed waterfall
Of the middleage, paralyzed by the
Leave the land in waste, leave the land in waste
The sunlight reveals in these days of decay, to stand and fight
Breaking through the waves a reversed waterfall, breaking through the waves a reversed waterfall Paragon, the thunderstorm sounds leave no way to conceal
the thunderstorm sounds leave no way to conceal
paralyzed by the
darkness cloaks the land steels all light of day
Breaking through the waves a reversed waterfall, born to kill Flight, they ride through the night
on inflamed wings