Dragon's Lair (cosmic Flames & Four Barbaric Seasons)
Where the magic stream flows, Through the singing woods
Blue grass of wisdom grows
Around the oaken roots...
Where the golden dragons fly
And the sorcerers gather,
Four wooden statues stand
And the fog lays thick.
Dreamthrone of amber Cosmic source of might,
Reflection of wisdom, Power of the darkside
Ceremonial steel drinks blood,
Paintig pearls and gold
Mystic flames burn bright
Around the oaken lord...
Forgotten sorcery storms from the skies,
From the golden hall of the ancient ones
Forgotten sorcery storms from the skies,
From the golden hall of the ancient ones
...The pagan awaits the equinox...
Cosmic sorcery - the gift of the skies
Magic of nature - stronger then your lies
...Stone demigod shines proud...
...The cult of the barbaric seasons,
Pagan pride forever,
Born to die with honour, not to serve on knees
Snowcovered, wild wastelands-
My beloved fatherland...
I see the tears of the oaken one,
My heart is like a stone, My sword became sharp-
Crosses to break, Bodies to dismember,
Flowers to burn...