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