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I can feel a terror rising in the city
Darkness clouds the moon tonight – enchanted it seems
Anxious voices shouting in the streets of Schnarrastan
Will this be the moment when I gain my freedom?

Pre Chorus:
But Ophassius is not afraid
He has seen the likes of this before
In the mountains of Dracopolis
They have lived for a thousand years

I can hear the humming of my fathers mighty sword
Has this dungeon made me mad or is this real?
Suddenly I’m filled with strength – The tide is turning
Joy once more is in my soul – My heart is burning

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Chorus:
And the Mighty Dragon Made of Steel came to save the prince of Dracopolis
He had flown from lands that lies afar to fulfil the kings request
And forever we shall tell the tale to the children of tomorrows world
It shall ring throughout the world of men to forever be retold

Something must have happened – I can not hear a sound
What on earth is happening while I’m stuck here under ground?
The fear is filling even the smallest of creatures
Could this be the work of a dragonlord?

The dungeon is shaking
A fire is braking out in the dungeon-halls
The heat is enchanted – It burns not my skin
I wonder – Could this be a dragon-king?

And suddenly it all brakes down
A might dragon is wearing a crown

I can see the hero that that my father spoke of
I can see the Mighty Dragon Made of Steel
Awe-struck as I kneel before my blessed saviour
I can not express the massive joy that I feel

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“And so the Mighty Dragon Made of Steel spoke to Ophassius:”
“Come ride with me young prince, and take your fathers sword
Then for the evil Dragonlord we are a power far to great”

So let us fly away home to great Dracopolis
We fly across the seven seas into the dragon-realm
And every citizen is cheering at our return
Three years have passed and now I’m home at last

The Dragonlord was burnt to ash
There’s nothing left of him
He will never return again
At last the world is rid of him

The Voyage of Ophassius – Prince of Dracopolis