Los Dragones

A shaking ground and a crash of sound

The roar of a winged marauder

As death sweeps in with a toothy grin

As our land is put to slaughter

Lord sends his best

Put to the test

But they all die in fright

As the fires fly

All the peasants cry

The dragon hoards the night

When none are saved, now the town's a grave

the monsters multiply

More bloody raids, Tributes are paid

To where the new gods lie

Lord sends his best

To take the nest

But they can't match its might

As the fires fly

All the nobles fry

The dragons hoard the night

A mountain throne of gold and bone

Casts the land in dragon's shadow

To every eye, it signifies

The age of man will follow

Lord sends his best

But like the rest

It is their final fight

As the fires fly

Now the kingdom dies

The dragons hoard the night