The dragonbeasts

From whence the dying flames were defeated
Cometh those whom were consumed
Under liqueurs sweet spells with honey-cake eyes
Be-eth each man whose life is but doomed

For wherein there doth lie a dark country
Which is ruled over by lords whom do cry
Within reason is the settlers glory
Therein that fateful city where the dragonbeasts fly

Thou art not a true human without madness
Speak the lord from his castle high low
May your dreams becometh deep nightmares
Where none but the enemies go

Thine hearts must be broken with spirits
To experience naught but true pain
O' come to me tragic homeless with penance
He hath not the power nor possibility to gain

Deep beneath the fair fields of bright flowers
The accursed are left there to decay
Though they speaketh with tongues from the angels
They may not stand the light of each day

How doth this lords evil prevail above all
An ever-fixed stain on the soul
He hath no fear within realms of the tempest
As the dragonbeasts keep the lord whole