Oh, mighty Dragon of the skies
Blessed beast of claw and wing...
The shade ambled through the dark
through the trees that spred afar...
I'm never seen
but always heard...
Wings of black
And eyes of blue...
I sit down on a rock
to think about my life...
Raven dark – a cold mystic gaze,
Shattered souls amid these wretched graves...
Golden-Blue gaze watches from below
Wings bound...
Gertrude the small;
was not very tall...
He falls from the sky,
slowly floating to the...
I stand alone
In this dark and gloomy world...
They have always craved
That scent of blood again...
There is a place where the fairies go,
its beautiful, magical and all covered in snow...