Deep in sleep, the dragon dreams.
Of times long past,
Of a world blessed with everlasting light.
The scarred world lies in ruin,
Waiting to be reborn.
The wind carries a maiden’s prayer,
A song of rain and life.
To bless the scarred earth,
To rise from the ashes a new beginning.
The maiden sings as she weaves her spell,
A creation of hope, of love.
Among the ruins, the light of hearth fires shine.
The once desolate land,
Begins to bloom again.
The dried stream,
Again, flows forth.
The once silent world,
Is filled with a chorus of voices.
The sleeping dragon again wakes.
A guardian of a lost age,
A bringer of lost hope,
Rises again.
The wind carries a maiden’s prayer,
A song of life.
To bless the scarred earth.
The maiden sings as she weaves her spell,
A creation of hope, of love.
Dancing beneath the stars,
A record of those long gone.
The scarred world filled with endless memories,
Continues reborn with new light.
Singing and dancing,
Weaving, creating,
A song to bless the world.
The lonely maiden,
For love gives her last gift to her dearly departed.
The dragon comes,
A flame that forever burns.
To once again guard the blessed world,
To watch over the maiden of light.
The weeping child of the stars.
Once deep in sleep, the dragon dreamt.
Of times long past,
Of a world blessed with everlasting light.
A peaceful village,
A loving home,
Was the maiden’s home,
Till ruin and hatred,
Devoured and stole all she loved.
The wind carries a maiden’s prayer,
A song of life.
To heal the scarred earth.
The maiden sings as she weaves her spell,
A creation of hope, of love.
Singing and dancing,
Weaving, creating,
A song to bless the world.
As the once dreaming dragon,
Guards the everlasting light;
