Testo Dragons's Lair

Where the magic stream flows,Through the shining woods,Blue grass of wisdom growsAround the oaken roots...Where golden dragons flyAnd the sorcerers gather,Four wooden statues standAnd the fog lays thickDreamthrone of amber cosmic source of might,Reflection of wisdom, Power of the darksideCeremonial steel drinks the blood,Painting pearls and goldMystic flames burn brightAround the oaken lord...Forgotten sorcery storms from the skies,From the golden hall of the ancient ones...The Pagan awaits for the equinox...Cosmic sorcery - the gift of the skiesMagic nature - stronger than your lies..Stone demigod shines proud......The cult of the barbaric seasons,Pagan pride forever,Born to die in honour, not to serve on kneesSnowcovered, wild vastlands -My beloved fatherland...I see the tears of the oaken one,My heart is like a stone,My swrod became sharp -Crosses to break, bodies to dismember,Flowers to burn ...