The horizon is covered with black heavy cloud,
No beast in the woods dares to make any sound.
That means it has come the only right hour!
Feel the coming of storm and its rising power!
The Rite is so ancient, its name is untold,
No one can perform it except those of old,
Contains all the wisdom of eras that passed,
That powerful magic-a spell to be cast.
Hundreds of lightning flash in the height,
The power of magic awakened that night,
It came to a Priest that had Rite to perform,
The heavens are torn by the roar of a storm!
From the highest of rocks
Ancient power's released,
Dragons fly at the call
Of the High Dragon Priest!
Through the storm and the winds
On the black mighty wings
They bring fire and death
From the sky-dragon kings!