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[Originally recorded by Bride] I'm standing on the sword of the Dragon He can't pull it from beneath my feet Down in the darkened cavern In the field of blood I'll watch him bleed Watching the smoke rise from the wounded hero Standing dazed in the acid rain A bitter taste in the air I hear the danger of the tightening chains Heroes, heroes, heroes are not here to stay They will all fade away Except the one who raised I crawled through the ruins of old Beneath its rubble lies a city of gold His hands are chapped and bleeding cold Returning all the riches that had been stolen The people stand in the street and stare The hangman releases his chilling cry The heavens split to see the earth The serpent is wrenching his silence sigh From Letras Mania