Rising swords
Lead the sons into the battle.
Rising stars mark this night,
The Dragon is reborn.

Demon Lords
Shall not fell me from the saddle.
Tiw and Mars mark this night,
We blow the victory horn.
Blow on.

Chorus
To wait till tomorrow
Is for fools in their sorrow.
It's now or never
It's the hour of the Dragon.

2nd Verse
Muse of chords
Raise the Dragon from the castle.
Northern stars burning bright,
We free the Holy Sword.

Face the Horde
Die for glory and Valhalla.
Fires of Mars burn this night.
Ride with the Dragon Lord
Ride on.

Chorus
To wait till tomorrow
Is for fools in their sorrow.
It's now or never.
It's the hour of the Dragon