Scars of the Dragonfall | Tales of Power and Doom (Epic Melodic Metal Song)

Описание: A tale of ashes and remembrance.
Long after the last dragons perished, a lone warrior walks among their bones — feeling the echoes of fire still burning beneath the world. Scars of the Dragonfall is an epic melodic metal hymn of loss, memory, and the rebirth of forgotten power.

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Lyrics & concept: Tales of Power and Doom

"Scars of the Dragonfall"

Through the dust of broken skies,
their shadows still remain —
embers whisper ancient lies,
and call the lost by name.

A warrior walks where dragons died,
his blade reflects their bones,
the wind still hums their battle cry,
through ruins overgrown.

The air still burns with memory,
the world still hides the flame,
for every scar the sky can see,
still bears a dragon’s name.

The mountains bleed their molten tears,
the stones remember pain —
no god nor man could tame their fears,
nor cleanse the ash and rain.

Scars of the Dragonfall,
etched upon the earth and soul.
When heaven’s fire devoured all,
the sky forgot to glow.

Scars of the Dragonfall,
the heart remembers still —
for blood and flame, and shattered will,
the dawn shall never heal.

He touches scales turned into stone,
and hears their dying roar,
the promise that the gods had sown,
lies buried evermore.

He feels the spark within his veins,
a pulse the world denied —
perhaps the dragons live again,
through those who never died.

The air ignites, the ground takes breath,
the sky begins to scream —
between the dust of life and death,
awakens ancient dream.

Scars of the Dragonfall,
etched upon the earth and soul.
When heaven’s fire devoured all,
the sky forgot to glow.

Scars of the Dragonfall,
the heart remembers still —
for blood and flame, and shattered will,
the dawn shall never heal.

"Rise from ashes, scales of night,
let embers breathe again...
The stars recall your crimson flight,
the sky remembers pain.

Through the bones of fallen kings,
your fire softly stirs —
the pulse of ancient, burning wings,
still beats beneath the earth."

The storm begins to sing their names,
the mountains wake and roar,
the rivers turn to molten veins —
the world becomes their war.

"Awaken flame, reclaim the throne!
From shadows we are born!"

Scars of the Dragonfall,
etched upon the earth and soul.
When heaven’s fire devoured all,
the sky forgot to glow.

Scars of the Dragonfall,
the heart remembers still —
for blood and flame, and shattered will,
the dawn shall never heal.

Scars of the Dragonfall,
no god shall break the call.
From shadowed graves the echoes rise,
and dragons wake once more.

Scars of the Dragonfall,
no god shall break the call.
From shadowed graves the echoes rise,
and dragons wake once more.