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(male)
On the misty summits our destiny grows,
where the storm has a name and the night softly glows.
When dragons rise upward and earth starts to soar,
every rider feels the ancient pulse once more.
Fire is rustling beneath the scales of dreams,
and the song of old ages flows down mountain streams.
We are the children of winds that carry us far,
our world is a blade and a timeless scar.
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(female)
In the depths of the clouds, sacred gates unfold,
where no shadow can pass, where the harsh days grow cold.
Silver forests echo unicorns’ flight,
their steps heal the sorrow and bring back the light.
Werewolves are guarding the dusk-crowned wood,
with wisdom in their gaze from an age understood.
And a phoenix arising from fire and shade,
gives its song to the kin from which legends are made.
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(Refrain – male + female)
And we’re soaring on, where a newborn dawn begins,
on the wings of dragons writing tales of deathless kings.
When destiny is breaking and the world falls to our flame,
we stand in burning glory – and never bow in shame!
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(male)
When darkness is rising and mountains are breaking,
we hear the voice calling, the oath we are taking.
A dragon rider never walks alone,
he carries the fire that the temple has sown.
Within our hearts a primal seal burns,
bound by ancient magic as the circle returns.
Crystal serpents whisper deep below the ground,
foretelling rising fates that circle all around.
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(female)
In the fathoms of oceans the sirens still sing,
their voices guiding us through the tide’s trembling ring.
Fairies touch the currents, the comets, the night,
as gentle as the fog that caresses our light.
Pegasi race through the silver-moon air,
spreading peace and calm through the vast ocean’s glare.
And dragons – the keepers of twilight’s high gate –
hold the gaze of a world no shadow can break.
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(Refrain – male + female)
And we’re soaring on, where a newborn dawn begins,
on the wings of dragons writing tales of deathless kings.
Remember, when you’re falling, the light in you is free –
the dragon riders’ anthem will never cease to be!
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(Bridge – female, dark & melodic)
When lightning is splitting the shields of stone,
I hear your voice rise like a long-forgotten tone.
“Fear not the shadow — your light is still near,”
you whisper through thunder, dissolving my fear.
I raise my blade as the fire draws close,
the vow of the riders in my blood still flows: “Go!”
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(Bridge – male, thunderous)
And if the night tries to tear down the land,
we’ll rise once more for a final stand.
The dragon roars skyward, the stars start to quake,
the fallen bless our flight in the fire they wake.
It’s time to face the darkness, unwavering and strong,
with humility, power — and our dragon angel’s song.
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