Dragons Lair

The moon is hanging over silent snow. The frozen river moves so slow. I walk alone beneath the stars, Carrying the fire of those who came before. The pine trees whisper in the night. A distant flame is burning bright. I hear a voice beyond the sea Calling something ancient back to me. The wind grows stronger, the drums begin. Something is waking deep within. Dragons rise from the frozen sky. Spread your wings, let the old fire fly. Hear them roar, shake the mountains below. Dragons of the North, we are ready to go. Flames in the dark, fire in our blood. We fly through the storm, we rise Above. Dragons rise, let the whole world know. Dragons of the North never bow, Never slow.