Okey, this is the translated version of the finnish one. Not as good as the original one, but now you at least understand the words and what it says in this poem...

Dance of the Dragons

”Under the stars and the sun

The Storyteller is binding his song

In the cloth weaving visions and memories

Those white starlit lamps

That will light the darkness

And will deepen the shadows

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The years pass as the song goes on

Never the melodies will fall to silence

Even though the Storyteller

Will descend in his grave

For always there’s another

Weaver of truth

The one, who seeks for memories

And binds them together to form a song

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The kings and sorcerers are remembered

A drop of blood

That falls unto rubies and will be lost forever

But how about the one

Who wanders alone?

Who’ll remember the child who’s lost?

Or a deer, became slain by

The hunter’s bow?

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The Storyteller remembers life

Sings of past and what is to become

In his verses there’s woven the most pointless moments

A tree reaching towards the skies

Blood-red rose

A step on the path of memories

The truth of the Storyteller

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The Dragons they remember it all

They dance to praise the Storyteller

As the sun rises from the horizon

The song will begin

And the wind itself will dance with the melody

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That song will never be in silence

It remembers a rain drop

And the anger of the seas

A Dragon feels it

Still dances on the wind

As the sun descends far behind the mortal sight…”

(By: Wyrd)