Hour of the Dragon

Rising swords

Lead the sons into the battle.

Rising stars mark this night,

The Dragon is re-born.

Demon Lords

Shall not fell me from the saddle.

Tiw and Mars mark this night,

We blow the victory horn.

Blow on.

To wait till tomorrow

Is for fools in their sorrow.

It's now or never.

It's the hour of the Dragon.

Muse of chords

Raise the Dragon from the castle.

Northern stars burning bright,

We free the Holy Sword.

Face the Horde

Die for glory and Valhalla.

Fires of Mars burns this night.

Ride with the Dragon Lord.

Ride on.

To wait till tomorrow

Is for fools in their sorrow.

It's now or never.

It's the hour of the Dragon.