There's dragons flying when the day is young
You can see their shapes waving in the clouds
Like fireworks lighting up the air
Spreading their wings higher than the sand (?)
Ancestral powers and wise spirits
Standing imperious on top of misty hills
In the battle [?]
Falling in, falling in
On their enemies graves

[Chorus]
Quiet and fearless
They are facing the death
Calm like a lake
But feral as a snake
And the bones will creak when the dragon is awake
Cause the kung fu master makes no mistakes

Early when the day is young
The dragons are going on the hills
Working on their skills
And these words are fast and the spirits sharp
In the battle they'll be last on the field to fall apart

Traditional technics, moving on the rhythmics
The powers of the phoenix and the fury of their kings
For the wires at the North
Dying is an honour and the faster is the winner
When their are spreading on the terror
[Chorus x2]

Dragons fire
Higher than the sky
[?]
Descend on the battle cry the enemy
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