Wings of Dragons - Orbit Culture

The gateway’s open

They’ve heard their call

Thunder among the mountains

The rain has yet to fall

The sky has darkened

Our army’s small

Our days are counted

The end of all

I remember herds

Of people screaming in fire

I remember storms

By the wings of a dragon

Can’t feel my hands

From the climb up the wall

When death emerge

We’ll see the dawn one last time

The fire’s sweeping

And when the flesh has hardened

Our life’s aberration

Turns dust to with the kill

The sky has blackened

Our army’s none

Our life’s in furnace

The end of all

I remember herds

Of people screaming in fire

I remember storms

By the wings of a dragon

Can’t feel my hands

From the climb up the wall

When death emerge

We’ll see the light one last time

The rain, help us gods

The reckoning of our fallen

In flames, the world stands still

Flames and ashes in our homeland

Flames