Kentrosaurus (English Version)

In the days of old when giants roamed,

A love that builds up like a slow, defensive cadence,

Does the Kentrosaurus, a magnificent animal, live

With thorns and plates, it shines here.

When the wind blows through the branches of time,

His gentle nature is reflected, so strong and so clear.

Kentrosaurus, rise up high,

With a heart of thunder and a spirit to fly,

In the face of trials, we will not bend,

Together we conquer, we stand 'til the end.

Below, where the red dust meets the dawn, under an amber moon, (the legend lives on!)

A shadow moved across the braided hills – the melody of the spike lizard.

Sheets like tin foil, thorns like the song's thorns, (sharp as a tungsten needle!)

He strode through ferns and forests, wild and terribly strong at the same time.

When the moon rises over hill and dale,

Your life is illuminated, everywhere.

Kentrosaurus, united with your ancestors,

Let us sing songs that unite the heavens.

In every echo, in every breeze,

Your spirit lives on where everything begins.

Not every soul is adorned with a crown of gilded bone,

In some cases, the legends are narrower towards the back, where the light falls. (Where the light falls)

Kentrosaurus, rise up high,

With a heart of thunder and a spirit to fly,

In the face of trials, we will not bend,

Together we conquer, we stand 'til the end.

Under the stars, as the night unfolds,

The stories of his bravery are lovingly told,

From the whispers of the ancients to the legends.....

Kentrosaurus, rise up high,

With a heart of thunder and a spirit to fly,

In the face of trials, we will not bend,

Together we conquer, we stand 'til the end.

So let us march with our heads held high,

Kentrosaurus, you are a component of my existence.