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...