| Way up north where the eagles sore
|
| Beneath a mountain, whitin it’s core
|
| There’s a treasure, you’ve been told
|
| Lakes of silver and hills of gold
|
| But the stories they also told
|
| About the dragon who killed the bold
|
| Who dare to enter his dark domains
|
| To steal his treasure, they died in flames!
|
| Into the darkness you go
|
| Defying the dangers ahead
|
| In search for silver and gold
|
| Driven by greed
|
| Upon his treasure lies the creature rare
|
| A sleeping beast of fire and air
|
| Well, enter thief now if you dare
|
| Yes enter fool! |
| The dragon’s lair
|
| Down in the dungeons you make your way
|
| In total darkness, is it night or day?
|
| Slowly sneaking on soundless feet
|
| Moving towards the increasing heat
|
| The smell of sulphur, the gragon’s near
|
| But so is the treasure so don’t feel fear
|
| The call of gold you just can’t deny
|
| In death awaits: well, you have to try
|
| Shining silver and glittering gold
|
| It’s beyond your wildest dreams
|
| And you steal with eyes that gleams
|
| But the sound of ringing gold
|
| Wakes the beast of stories told
|
| The rattling coins seal your fate
|
| With a single glance into his crystal eyes
|
| Your greedy soul is lost, turned to ice! |