اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
On cold landscapes of ghostly substance
The dragon spreads its wings
The only dragon, creator of time
On paths where
Once surrounded by night
Throned the dragon of time now dwells
The swords dipped in blood
Stone cold, washed away by time
None shall live and all shall die
Immortal we stand
On the hills where the dragon flies
On the hills where dragon flies
