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There's dragons flying when the day is young |
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You can see their shapes waving in the clouds |
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Like fireworks lighting up the air |
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Spreading their wings higher than the [?] |
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Ancestral power and wise spirits |
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Standing imperious on top of misty hills |
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In the battle [?] |
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Falling in, falling in |
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On their ennemies graves |
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[Chorus] |
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Quiet and fearless |
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They are facing the death |
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Calm like a lake |
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But feral as a snake |
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And the bones will creak when the dragon is awake |
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Cause the kung fu master makes no mistakes |
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Early when the day is young |
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The dragons are going on the hills |
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Working on their skills |
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And these words are fast and the spirits sharp |
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In the battle they'll be last on the field to fall apart |
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Traditional technics, moving on the rhythmics |
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The powers of the phoenix and the fury of their kings |
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For the wires at the North |
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Dying is an honor and the faster is the winner |
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When their are spreading on the terror |
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[Chorus x2] |
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Dragons fire |
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Higher than the sky |
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[?] |
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Descend on the battle cry the enemy |
