• Between the light of day
    and dark of night
    when the sky is burning bright
    "Come home, return!"
    sings the lyre
    Beyond the realm
    of dragon fire*

    Onward to go
    no turning back
    eyes bent forward on the path
    On the pink-clad plumes of sky
    where one meets no passerby
    Past the realm
    of Dragon Fire*

    To look upon the gates of gold
    with arms there to embrace and hold
    No sorrow here, no lonesom heart
    Only comfort to impart
    Back home where they had loved her so
    Back home beyond the gates of old
    Shuts the realm of Dragon Fire*