In the dark middle ages those brave men They rode to the bloody fight Metal was their only friend, sword in hand They prepared to die Smoke flows on the fields, as they graped their shields Waiting for that bird to be a guide As it's eyes still burn, no one returns From the mighty battle of time Straight through their destiny The bird still flies and leads Don't be afraid to die my friend No mortal lives in the skies One thousand horses run on the hill of Norfolk As the swords still flash in air, brave ones fall to their graves Only one will lead the way, victory of mighty ones Tale of braves and immortals, the night of Black Swan No salvation, no molten cries in the fury of the night. Hammer of steel still rules the fire, dark red wine of the Gods Into the glory of the roar DRAGONS (dragons, dragons, dragons) Blessed their blades with fire Cla** of honour still calls power As they taste the bitter of my blood Tales of the brave. The Night of Black Swan