Listen to the noise drifting high,
Above the trees that distant,
Rumbling in the east high in the, mountains.

Listen to the rhythm listen to the beat;
The dragons are singing,
Their wings are a beat.

Listen to the rumble,
Listen to the roar
Look up in the sky,
As the dragons start to soar.

See the flames,
Coming from their mouths,
Listen to their wings flap, flap, Flap through,
The cold, cold air high,
And soaring ever higher,
Look at them breathing fire.

Listen to the dragons’ song riding on the breeze,
Reaching far and wide,
For everyone to hear.

Listen people,
Listen I say,
And get carried away,