I summon the storms and quake the earth

Conquer the light and feast the darkness

I am the father and the worm

I am the dragons

Mountain caves, secret halls

Deep, dark tunnels, great strongholds

Endless treasures, rings and jewels

Magic and mayhem from the days of old

Eyes deep enough to lost in and fall

Shadows and gold, world of their own

Fire storms raging from the skies

Death from above, the burning demise

Whirling winds from the wings of doom

Darkened horizon, the dreadful cries

The black and the golden, the unknown one

The father and the worm, the last dragons

The black and the golden, Gostir

The father and the worm, the true dragons

Countless graves, burning walls

Frozen pits, dark corridors

Piles of skulls, fields of bones

Spells of destruction from the days of old

Night of a thousand years

The beast eternal

It knows your deepest fears

Knows you are near

The long sleep of the guard

May betray the brave

The spell is cast

For the final play