Lords of the Sea Visions of Atlantis

Fighting their fear and facing the wrath
Of others to join them and flames to impact
No rules of engagement, no spoilers for violent desires
Hungry for power the beasts clash within
The walls of the town hall, where soon one will sing
Of merciless battles, fought by the lords of the sea

The beating fists, the fiery breath
Of all the dragons
Fills the place with its own scent
The scent of hate!
No mercy! No mercy!
For the faint at heart, the weak!
They're falling! They're falling!
But no one of them does weep!

Acting as if they were thirsty for death
Unfilled and still mighty their hunger for flesh
Bones cracking loud when the end takes control of those living
Honor is asking a price much too high
When moments of agony soon pass them by
Victory's got its own hell for them as they defend it

The beating fists, the fiery breath
Of all the dragons
Fills the place with its own scent
The scent of hate!
No mercy! No mercy!
For the faint at heart, the weak!
They're falling! They're falling!
But no one of them does weep!