We travel far and wide,
To seek the ones who hide.

Our wings of white,
Our horns of black.
We dance above.

War is like a tinderbox,
Only takes one scratch,
Of the match..

As Guardians,
We will protect our people..
Expanding our wings to the steeple.

Roar my siblings,
Calm this everlasting storm.

Bring forth the golden one.
The beast of fury,
He will not fall.

He is a Dragon Slayer,
The Lord of Skies.
He stands beside his mate,
The Girl of the night.

With our wings of White,
And our horns of black.
We will pursue,
We will. Attack.