On the wings of a serpant,
With the venom of a scorpion,
Lies a new birth of a flying god...
With the breath of fire,
And scales of a fish,
Lies a new birth to a new begining...
Through the fear death,
Yet with the pure heart yields a friend,
Lies the birth of a dragon...
And with the births of all dragons,
Lies their domain and their world of,
The Dragons of the Eternal Mist...
With the venom of a scorpion,
Lies a new birth of a flying god...
With the breath of fire,
And scales of a fish,
Lies a new birth to a new begining...
Through the fear death,
Yet with the pure heart yields a friend,
Lies the birth of a dragon...
And with the births of all dragons,
Lies their domain and their world of,
The Dragons of the Eternal Mist...
