歌词
Song: "Wings of the Last Brood"
Verse 1:
In the heart of a crystal prison, deep beneath the stone,
A dragon wakes in silence, a hero all alone.
He wanders through the shadows, with no past to call his own,
Searching for the answers, in a world he's never known.
Chorus:
Oh, wings of the last Brood, spread wide in the night,
Through the echoes of battles, through the wrong and the right.
In the search for the truth, in the fight for the light,
Oh, wings of the last Brood, take flight, take flight.
Verse 2:
In the lands of thieves and princes, where memories are scars,
He finds a path of courage, beneath the distant stars.
With friends beside him standing, through the fire and the pain,
He learns the weight of choices, the loss, the endless gain.
Chorus:
Oh, wings of the last Brood, spread wide in the night,
Through the echoes of battles, through the wrong and the right.
In the search for the truth, in the fight for the light,
Oh, wings of the last Brood, take flight, take flight.
Bridge:
In the halls of ancient ruins, where history is laid bare,
He sees the truth within him, the legacy he bears.
But the road is filled with sorrow, and the darkness calls his name,
Will he rise above the shadows, or fall to endless flame?
Verse 3:
At the edge of fate’s horizon, where gods and mortals meet,
He faces down the tyrants, standing on his feet.
With the power of the dragons, and the heart of a man,
He carves a path to freedom, with a sword in his hand.
Chorus:
Oh, wings of the last Brood, spread wide in the night,
Through the echoes of battles, through the wrong and the right.
In the search for the truth, in the fight for the light,
Oh, wings of the last Brood, take flight, take flight.
Outro:
Now the world turns ever onward, beneath the skies of blue,
And the hero walks in silence, but his spirit’s shining through.
For the wings of the last Brood, will carry him above,
In the endless quest for justice, in the legacy of love.
Oh, wings of the last Brood, spread wide in the night,
Through the echoes of battles, through the wrong and the right.
In the search for the truth, in the fight for the light,
Oh, wings of the last Brood, take flight, take flight.
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