Dragons return when their breath has languished
Too long, when their fire has longed to burn
Too much, when their king stands tall on top of mountains
Dragons return when the hero calls them.

In a thousand years – how times passes – many men have died
And many have appeared
Out of nowhere, how fleeting are their lives

Dragons are never summoned to fly away
But to kill, burn, give a taste of death
Not to fly away, not to fly
Away