Dragonfire

Powerful in endless beauty they're releasing the

Dragonfire giving death to all dark forces

Silver, gold and blue the colours of immortal

Beasts hat fight for life and mankind no mater how

Hard the spells of dark ones (are) thrown against last might

Save all men, resist the invasion

Or be killed and life will fade on this world

Dragons soar up, blasting

Destructive fire into

The army of the evil

To bring death to them all

Dragons full of might, magic flames, udacity

Almost immortal, raging Beasts, in thirst for blood

Crushing crunching orks, everything that fights against

This last fight will show, if our race will stay alive

Dragons are defeated

All the sorcerers fall

Covered by dead corpses

The world awaits the end

Faster now and ever harder the raging has

Turned to fury never ending until they die

Dragons can't give up and they won't but in the end

Magic burns even the hardest of all armours

One by one the lords of sky stumble in agony

Until even the last one has found it's death

Almost victory the evil has come to the

Last stronghold of men, the gates of wrath

The army of the evil, demons and the twilight people, started up to their dark lord,

who floated in the air, above the slaughter. One single place was left for mankind,

after they had lost their magic, their dragons and mos of their heroes.

Dun-Terra is no longer. It had been destroyed in the astral fury of the black one.

But the victory won't be complete till the last human had exhaled his life. And so

it was time for the last confrontation. The evil had reached the gates of wrath...