Lyrics
He passed through caves of burning stone,
Through ancient forests, overgrown.
He stood upon the beating wing,
To find the clouds where mountains sing.
The mountain crack begins to hum,
A bitter, screaming wind has come.
A grey-green lid sits on the pass,
With rain that cuts like broken glass.
He cannot walk the frozen stone,
The dark wing takes the sky alone.
The furious weather howls and spins,
With heavy rain and twisting form.
Before the deadly pass begins,
The brother takes the storm.
He lies within the brother's hold,
To brave the needle rain and cold.
His white bone bow is pressed and bound,
Lest rushing winds invent a sound.
A dagger's blue on dripping scale,
The green blade rests beneath the gale.
He spots the black tooth in the white,
And calls the sudden ridge to light.
He thinks of how the embers glow,
Through mist where dragon families go.
But where the wind is fierce and black,
He stays on the dragon's back.
He cannot walk the frozen stone,
The dark wing takes the sky alone.
The furious weather howls and spins,
With heavy rain and twisting form.
Before the deadly pass begins,
The brother takes the storm.
The humming crack is drawing near...
The storm is all that they can hear...