fear There is sadness in her eyes Out on misty ground (Affondate la) As all gathered 'round (In quest'era) And their banners reach the sky (Unitevi tutti!) Unitevi tutti In questa
dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
The funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues, Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and
(Lyrics by Anders Jacobsson, 1998, edited 1999) Lucifer: In glory and pride we rage and the dragon blisters: May endless tears of pain stain His beloved
once were condemned to never die As we watch the genocide from on high Long ago...the first age of earth From the dragons womb we're given birth Protectors
get more ass than most they say next and got dat butta love and get too close Follow da leader cause I'm meaner than Abdulablugata My trials of more quest
dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
sweet objects of desire Big rims and them tires We finna drop it like it's heavy as hell The clan of the cavebear Used to use the club to hit and drag
Hear the silence of the winds making your own destiny go and face the mirror of their sin Only brave hearts found the way breaking all the dragon's spell
the silence of the winds making your own destiny go and face the mirror of their sin Only brave hearts found the way breaking all the dragon's spell
Cosa Nostra She split the atom, invented the x-ray, the cure for AIDS, and the surprise blindfold greeting She performed and choreographed the fights for Bruce Lee in Enter the Dragon
We have long traveled these separate paths. Our own quests to the meaning of life. Low or high all roads end. The only importance is what you have left
(The fighting and finally befriending of the mythical but very real dragon Moroth. Ending in the showing by Moroth to Braveheart the power of the Shield
about Drag copping the bank or copping the Range Laid up some where I ain't gotta be popping them thangs 'Cause I already got the cash So who would ever think you'll see Drag
The time is now and I'm running so thin I got thin, I got thin, while the others got fat So fatten up and deliver your secrets Those secrets, those stories
Music by Loreena McKennitt Lyrics by William Butler Yeats, arr. by Loreena McKennitt Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there
