Dragonriders

I sense the winds are changing I hear the roaring sound Of a war being waged In a world underground Black scales clad in iron Dominate the sky The dragonriders fly again The heathen angels die Justice is swift The fire cleanses all No pride or anger As the blood is drained and axes fall The banishment completed The prophecy comes true No one is alone And we all need something to cling to Black scales clad in iron Dominate the sky The dragonriders fly again The heathen angels die