ᛁ ᛚᚩᚩᚳ ᚢᛓ ᛏᚩ ᛏᚻᛖ ᚻᛖᚨᚢᛖᚾᛋ: ᚢᛓ ᛏᚩ ᚹᚻᛖᚱᛖ ᛗᚥ ᚳᛁᚾᚠᚩᛚᚳ ᚩᚾᚳᛖ ᛋᚩᚨᚱᛖᛞ. ᛒᚢᛏ ᛏᚻᛖᚥ ᚨᚱᛖ ᛏᚻᛖᚱᛖ ᚾᚩ ᛗᚩᚱᛖ…
ᛁ ᛚᚩᚩᚳ ᚩᚢᛏ ᚨᛏ ᛏᚻᛖ ᛖᚨᚱᛏᚻ ᚨᚱᚩᚢᚾᛞ ᛗᛖ, ᚩᚾᚳᛖ ᚩᚾᛖ ᚷᚱᛖᚨᛏ ᚢᚨᛋᛏ ᛚᚨᚾᛞ. ᛒᚢᛏ ᛗᚥ ᚳᛁᚾᚠᚩᛚᚳ ᚨᚱᛖ ᚾᚩᚹ ᚷᚩᚾᛖ: ᛏᚻᛖᚥ ᚾᚩ ᛚᚩᚾᚷᛖᚱ ᛋᛏᚨᚾᛞ…
ᛁ ᛚᚩᚩᚳ ᚩᚢᛏ ᛏᚩ ᛏᚻᛖ ᛋᛖᚨ, ᛋᛏᛁᛚᛚ ᛋᚩ ᚢᚨᛋᛏ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛞᛖᛖᛓ. ᛓᛖᚱᚻᚨᛓᛋ ᛗᚥ ᚳᛁᚾᚠᚩᛚᚳ ᛚᚨᚥ ᚻᛁᛞᛞᛖᚾ ᛁᚾ ᛁᛏᛋ ᛞᛖᛓᛏᚻᛋ, ᛞᚱᛖᚨᛗᛁᚾᚷ ᛁᚾ ᚨ ᛞᛖᛖᛓ ᛋᛚᛖᛖᛓ?
ᛋᚩ ᛁ ᛓᚱᚨᚥ ᛏᚩ ᚱᚥᛁᚾ, ᛋᛁᚾᚷᛁᚾᚷ ᛏᚻᛁᛋ ᛞᚱᚨᚳᚻᛖᚾᛚᛁᛖᛞ ᚨᛋ ᛗᚥ ᛓᚱᚨᚥᛖᚱ: ᛓᚱᚨᚥᛁᚾᚷ ᛏᚻᚨᛏ ᚨᚾᚩᛏᚻᛖᚱ ᛞᚱᚨᚷᚩᚾ ᛁᛋ ᛋᛏᛁᛚᛚ ᚩᚢᛏ ᛏᚻᛖᚱᛖ ᛋᚩᛗᛖᚹᚻᛖᚱᛖ…
ᚠᚱᚩᛗ ᛏᚻᛖ ᚱᛁᚢᛖᚱᛋ ᛏᚩ ᛏᚻᛖ ᛋᛖᚨᛋ, ᚠᚱᚩᛗ ᚷᚱᛖᚨᛏ ᛚᚨᚳᛖᛋ ᛏᚩ ᛋᛗᚨᛚᛚ ᛋᛏᚱᛖᚨᛗᛋ, ᛁᚾ ᛏᚻᛖ ᚹᛖᛏᛚᚨᚾᛞᛋ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛏᚻᛖ ᛞᛖᛋᛖᚱᛏᛋ ᚨᛗᚩᚾᚷᛋᛏ ᚨᛚᛚ ᚩᚠ ᛏᚻᛖᛋᛖ ᚾᛖᚹᛖᚱ ᛚᛁᚢᛁᚾᚷ ᛏᚻᛁᚾᚷᛋ, ᛚᛁᚢᛁᚾᚷ ᚱᛖᛗᛁᚾᛞᛖᚱᛋ ᚨᚱᛖ ᛋᛏᛁᛚᛚ ᛓᚱᛖᛋᛖᚾᛏ ᛏᚻᚨᛏ ᛗᚥ ᚳᛁᚾᛞ ᚹᚨᛋ ᚩᚾᚳᛖ ᚻᛖᚱᛖ. ᛒᛖᚻᚩᛚᛞ: ᚩᚢᚱ ᛋᚳᚨᛚᛖᛞ ᛞᛖᛋᚳᛖᚾᛞᚨᚾᛏᛋ, ᚨᛚᛚ ᚩᚠ ᚹᚻᚩᛗ ᛁ ᚻᚩᛚᛞ ᛞᛖᚨᚱ.
…ᛒᚢᛏ ᛁ ᛋᛏᛁᛚᛚ ᚠᛖᛖᛚ ᚨᛚᚩᚾᛖ: ᚠᚩᚱᚷᚩᛏᛏᛖᚾ ᛒᚥ ᛏᛁᛗᛖ. ᛏᚱᚨᛓᛓᛖᛞ ᛁᚾ ᛏᚻᛁᛋ ᚹᚩᚱᛚᛞ ᛏᚻᚨᛏ ᛁᛋ ᚾᚩ ᛚᚩᚾᚷᛖᚱ ᛗᛁᚾᛖ.
ᛋᚩ ᛁ ᛓᚱᚨᚥ ᛏᚩ ᚱᚥᛁᚾ, ᛋᛁᚾᚷᛁᚾᚷ ᛏᚻᛁᛋ ᛞᚱᚨᚳᚻᛖᚾᛚᛁᛖᛞ ᚨᛋ ᛗᚥ ᛓᚱᚨᚥᛖᚱ: ᛓᚱᚨᚥᛁᚾᚷ ᛏᚻᚨᛏ ᚨᚾᚩᛏᚻᛖᚱ ᛞᚱᚨᚷᚩᚾ ᛁᛋ ᛋᛏᛁᛚᛚ ᚩᚢᛏ ᛏᚻᛖᚱᛖ ᛋᚩᛗᛖᚹᚻᛖᚱᛖ…
ᛏᚩ ᛒᛖ ᚨᛚᚩᚾᛖ ᛁᚾ ᛏᚻᛁᛋ ᚹᚩᚱᛚᛞ, ᚹᛁᛏᚻ ᚾᚩ ᚩᛏᚻᛖᚱᛋ ᛚᛁᚳᛖ ᛗᛖ, ᚹᚻᛁᛚᛖ ᛏᚻᛖᛋᛖ ᛏᚹᚩ ᛚᛖᚷᚷᛖᛞ ᛗᚨᛗᛗᚨᛚᛋ ᛏᚻᛁᚾᚳ ᛗᚥ ᚳᛁᚾᛞ ᚹᛖᚱᛖ ᛗᛖᚱᛖ ᛞᚱᛖᚨᛗᛋ.
ᛒᚢᛏ ᚹᛖ ᚹᛖᚱᛖ ᚾᚩ ᛞᚱᛖᚨᛗᛋ, ᚹᛖ ᚹᛖᚱᛖ ᚢᛖᚱᚥ ᛗᚢᚳᚻ ᚱᛖᚨᛚ. ᛏᚻᚩᚢᚷᚻ ᚨᛚᛚ ᚥᚩᚢᚱ ᚩᛚᛞ ᛗᚥᛏᚻᛋ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛚᛖᚷᛖᚾᛞᛋ ᛞᚩᚾ'ᛏ ᚳᚩᚾᚢᛖᚥ ᚻᚩᚹ ᚹᛖ ᚠᛖᛖᛚ…
ᛋᚩ ᛁ ᛓᚱᚨᚥ ᛏᚩ ᚱᚥᛁᚾ, ᛋᛁᚾᚷᛁᚾᚷ ᛏᚻᛁᛋ ᛞᚱᚨᚳᚻᛖᚾᛚᛁᛖᛞ ᚨᛋ ᛗᚥ ᛓᚱᚨᚥᛖᚱ: ᛓᚱᚨᚥᛁᚾᚷ ᛏᚻᚨᛏ ᚨᚾᚩᛏᚻᛖᚱ ᛞᚱᚨᚷᚩᚾ ᛁᛋ ᛋᛏᛁᛚᛚ ᚩᚢᛏ ᛏᚻᛖᚱᛖ ᛋᚩᛗᛖᚹᚻᛖᚱᛖ…
ᛏᚻᛖ ᛋᚩᚱᚱᚩᚹ ᚹᚱᚩᚢᚷᚻᛏ ᛒᚥ ᛗᚨᛋᛋ ᛞᛖᛋᛏᚱᚢᚳᛏᛁᚩᚾ: ᛒᚥ ᚻᛖᛚᛚ ᚱᚨᛁᚾᛁᚾᚷ ᛞᚩᚹᚾ ᚠᚱᚩᛗ ᚨᛒᚩᚢᛖ. ᛁᛏ ᚻᚨᚢᚾᛏᛋ ᛗᛖ ᛚᛁᚳᛖ ᚨ ᚳᚢᚱᛋᛖ, ᛗᚨᚳᛁᚾᚷ ᛋᚨᛞᚾᛖᛋᛋ ᚩᚢᛏ ᚩᚠ ᛚᚩᚢᛖ…
ᛁ ᚥᛖᚨᚱᚾ ᚠᚩᚱ ᛏᚻᛖ ᚷᚱᛖᚨᛏ ᛓᚨᛋᛏ ᚹᚻᛖᚾ ᛗᚥ ᚳᛁᚾᛞ ᚱᚢᛚᛖᛞ ᛚᚨᚾᛞ, ᛋᛖᚨ, ᚨᚾᛞ ᛋᚳᚥ. ᚨᚾᛞ ᛁᚠ ᛁ ᚳᚩᚢᛚᛞ ᚱᛖᚢᛁᚢᛖ ᛏᚻᛖ ᚩᛚᛞ ᚹᚩᚱᛚᛞ, ᛁ'ᛞ ᛒᛖ ᚹᛁᛚᛚᛁᚾᚷ ᛏᚩ ᛞᛁᛖ…
ᛒᚢᛏ ᚨᛚᚨᛋ, ᛁ ᚳᚨᚾᚾᚩᛏ, ᚠᚩᚱ ᛞᛖᚨᛏᚻ ᚳᚨᚾᚾᚩᛏ ᛏᚢᚱᚾ ᛒᚨᚳᚳ ᛏᛁᛗᛖ. ᛋᚩ ᛁ ᛋᚻᚨᛚᛚ ᛋᛖᚨᚱᚳᚻ ᚠᚩᚱ ᛗᚥ ᚳᛁᚾᚠᚩᛚᚳ ᛁᚾ ᚨᛚᛚ ᛏᚻᛖ ᛚᚨᚾᛞ, ᛋᛖᚨ, ᚨᚾᛞ ᛋᚳᚥ…
ᚨᚾᛞ ᛁ ᛋᚻᚨᛚᛚ ᛓᚱᚨᚥ ᛏᚩ ᚱᚥᛁᚾ, ᛋᛁᚾᚷᛁᚾᚷ ᛏᚻᛁᛋ ᛞᚱᚨᚳᚻᛖᚾᛚᛁᛖᛞ ᚨᛋ ᛗᚥ ᛓᚱᚨᚥᛖᚱ: ᛓᚱᚨᚥᛁᚾᚷ ᛏᚻᚨᛏ ᚨᚾᚩᛏᚻᛖᚱ ᛞᚱᚨᚷᚩᚾ ᛁᛋ ᛋᛏᛁᛚᛚ ᚩᚢᛏ ᛏᚻᛖᚱᛖ ᛋᚩᛗᛖᚹᚻᛖᚱᛖ…
I look up to the heavens: up to where my kinfolk once soared. But they are there no more…
I look out at the earth around me, once one great vast land. But my kinfolk are now gone: they no longer stand…
I look out to the sea, still so vast and deep. Perhaps my kinfolk lay hidden in its depths, dreaming in a deep sleep?
So I pray to the Dragon Lord, singing this Drachenlied (Song of the Dragons) as my prayer: praying that another Dragon is still out there somewhere…
From the rivers to the seas, from great lakes to small streams, in the wetlands and the deserts amongst all of these newer living things, living reminders are still present that my kind was once here. Behold: our scaled descendants, all of whom I hold dear.
…But I still feel alone: forgotten by time. Trapped in this world that is no longer mine.
So I pray to the Dragon Lord, singing this Drachenlied (Song of the Dragons) as my prayer: praying that another Dragon is still out there somewhere…
To be alone in this world, with no others like me, while these two legged mammals think my kind were mere dreams.
But we were no dreams, we were very much real. Though all your old myths and legends don't convey how we feel…
So I pray to the Dragon Lord, singing this Drachenlied (Song of the Dragons) as my prayer: praying that another Dragon is still out there somewhere…
The sorrow wrought by mass destruction: by Hell raining down from above. It haunts me like a curse, making sadness out of love…
I yearn for the great past when my kind ruled land, sea, and sky. And if I could revive the Old World, I'd be willing to die…
But alas, I cannot, for death cannot turn back time. So I shall search for my kinfolk in all the land, sea, and sky…
And I shall pray to the Dragon Lord, singing this Drachenlied (Song of the Dragons) as my prayer: praying that another Dragon is still out there somewhere…