Belore - Sons of the Sun

The ground burns as the summit approaches
The Golden Company is climbing the Red Mountain
Endraïl's den is in sight
Kept by basalt skin men with no fear or pain
Ready to defend this item
We shall be guided by the light.

The swords roar against the flesh, of creatures
A forsaken cult, frightened
Surprised by the violence, the guardians fall one by one
Opening the way, to the dragon's egg

The vastness of the lair crushes the small armed group
Terrified of a long time threat
The beast, watching the ruins of Endeor
Forgets his own offspring

Frozen like a stone
The egg starts to shine
A blue light illuminates the dark cave
The knights realize their success

We are the Sons of the Sun
Through the light we live
Against the fall of our lands
Faithful warriors