Dragoon - Dragoon

Tekst piosenki:

Into strife I march
Seeking the brawl
The blood and the bruise

Grasping at plunder
meaning in existence
Or death? No difference

Out of strife I fall
Tempered by quarrel
Yet still not immortal

Slavery to conflict
Forging a pure path
My compulsion to outlast

The need that urges
The urges that drive
The birthright to thrive

No turning back
Rudder lashed from birth
Life of purpose with no mirth

Daily warfare is my prayer
Conquest 'til I fall
With darkness as my golden hall

Fist for the thirsty
And Hate for the weak
The quest for peace is old and bleak

A vault of dead ideals
A mound of the fallen
Earthly throne and final coffin