Where Dragons Fly by Rhapsody
by Luca Turilli
The way is long, time is too short
this little footpath seems never to end
Green are the trees, musk on the stones
how it looks strange this mystical world
Sweet smelling rose what do you hide
behind your innocence red like my blood
Hungry for victory, hungry for love
love for the earth that made me her son
strong and invincible serving my cry
go now and ride there where dragons fly
The rocks appear in front of me
when the first shadows pretude to dark
Near is your end wild holy path
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