The fog and acrid smoke, there's no sun in the clouds.
There are all people dressed in perfect dull gray clothes (alike mice).
On the plus side, there is an order and steel act,
And in silk standards here the Dragon's reign as fact.
All human luck decays in sacrificial flames.
The will of Dragon plays into your own place (and world too).
The sort of bad blood tortured the old wiseman's face.
It's faceless herd, he turns that in his humble slaves.
But the rest is more expensive
Then the truth, money, love.
Fear of freedom eats your essence
And all servants are low.
Stand up, don't kneel and smell the air, need a breather.
Don't be the none in gray crowd that you are in.
So use your eyes, you can't do anything either.
Against all odds, be ready to begin
To kill the Dragon within.
The aches will be scattered when the Tyrant dies.
Great fantasy is shattered, myth of finest times (of sunrise).
But now the game with power, next the throne resists.
New Dragon at this hour brings the shadow of bliss.
What an ancient incantation
Drew this unclear coil.
Greed embraces with full passion,
The reign will stab the soul.
Stand up, don't kneel and smell the air, need a breather.
Don't be the none in gray crowd that you are in.
So use your eyes, you can't do anything either.
Against all odds, be ready to begin
To kill the Dragon within.
Dragon's spirit sleeps in persons,
From birth we take this course.
Greed and power that's the forces,
Which is played with the souls.
Stand up, don't kneel and smell the air, need a breather.
Don't be the none in gray crowd that you are in.
So use your eyes, you can't do anything either.
Against all odds, be ready to...
Stand up, don't kneel and smell the air, need a breather.
Don't be the none in gray crowd that you are in.
So use your eyes, you can't do anything either.
Against all odds, be ready to begin
To kill the Dragon within.
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The song inspired by a satirical play of Evgeny Schwartz “The Dragon” (1944).