When Dragons Meet,
Their Breath Is Cold
Their Capes The Mysteries School Unfold
The Wyrms Wings Wrap, Around The Earth
The Underworld Is Drunk With Mirth
The Lights Attract, The Sounds Repel
They Grip The Minx Tight In Their Spells
Extol The Cosmic Crescent Moon
With Elfin Myths And Gypsy Tunes
When Dragons Dance,
The World Spins
Round
Lost And Dizzy Dreams Are Found
Contagious Excitement, Keen And Brisk
With Lightening The Dance Floor Dust Is Whisked
The Goddess Cast Ruins Across The Floor
And Silver Tongued Devils Stroll Through The Door
Bow To The Left, Bow To The Right
Welcome The Newcomers, Let Them Fight
When Dragons Duel,
They Scar The
Night, With Fire Their Talons Tear
Exploding Bouts With Fantasy, Of Crashing Wings Beware.
Elec-tric-i-ty That Fries The Air, And Rips The Flesh Of Breath
Fundamental Entities, And Air That Smells Of Death
And When Thorr's Hammer Crashes Down, And The Mighty Thundar Sounds
The Dragons Tears Are Bloody Red, Still Heartbeats Rush And Pound
Colors Mixing, Flesh And Blood. . .
Sweet Mirabelle In The Mud. . .
