Today I've seen the dragon

stretching by my door

he laughet at the wounds of Time

then he flew away

we've surrendered to starvation

in the bay of Pestilence

in the palace of Corruption

where conpiracles are made


in the land of Miracles

waiting for the rain


This century the rebels,

whose flags flew high,

are dead they sold us in the market place

and claimed us for their slaves

we are tired of the idiot

telling the same old tale,

our silence maybe just a pause,

don't deceive yourselves


in the land of Miracles

waiting for the rain


I don't know it before

we leave this jail

we will have some gold or we'll look in vain

for eternity,

we won't ask for pity

until our land is dry

for the weaker hearts there will be strength

and a stronger will.


in the land of Miracles

waiting for the rain