Verse 1

There's no point in prodding the dragon with a wooden sword.

When he breathes fire your whole world burns, haven't you heard the lore?

Let him rest in the darkness of the caverns he calls home,

So souls can breathe free in the kingdoms where he used to roam.

Chorus

Sword held high in the air,

Drops of blood in your hair,

You haven't forgotten the day your lips whispered the oath of vengeance.

Turn back, turn loose the tears,

The repressed thoughts and fears,

For the answer to your torments is not hatred but allegiance.

Verse 2

You cannot slay a creature so vile, so full of coldness.

If you fight a losing war you'll lose the peace in your chest.

Forgiving and forgetting is no longer possible.

But you don't have to let your rage win and chase the beast's tail.

Chorus

Sword held high in the air,

Drops of blood in your hair,

You haven't forgotten the day your lips whispered the oath of vengeance.

Turn back, turn loose the tears,

The repressed thoughts and fears,

For the answer to your torments is not hatred but allegiance.

Bridge

Sword held high in the air,

Drops of blood in your hair,

You haven't forgotten the day centuries of wounds bore deeper into your bleeding soul.

Turn back, turn loose the tears,

The repressed thoughts and fears,

For the answer to your torments is completion inside, not drilling his chest to a hole.

Chorus

Sword held high in the air,

Drops of blood in your hair,

You haven't forgotten the day your lips whispered the oath of vengeance.

Turn back, turn loose the tears,

The repressed thoughts and fears,

For the answer to your torments is not hatred but allegiance.