Dragonisle - Nocturnal Rites

By the power of our father’s rusty

Swords

We are standing proud and strong

Under banner and king our soil

Drinks blood of the enemy

From here we see through the raven’s eyes

We ride the winds of north

And from cups of silver we drink from

The dragon’s blood

Standing tall

STAND TALL

To fight them all

FIGHT THEM ALL

For Dragonisle

Through the Seven winds of Wrath we

Called

Called up to the gods

With steel at our sides we defend the

Dragonisle

Baptised in the dragon’s blood

We hail our king with pride

And in the fire, for aye one with the king