At dawn, he flys up to the morning sun.
He flys over hills and trees
Swiftly, swiftly he searches
For the cursed one.

At noon, he sings
For his daughter
For whom he would never see
Again.

In sorrow, his tears gleam twlight
He sings of all his troubles
His chest of gold and as seen
a sure sign of his greed.

At night,
You hear his roar
He would swoop down
And **** the deadly boar

In moonlight
The curse shall break
Dragon, once man,
Will turn again

But Alas,
It's not over
For many Hardships
are to come

Man once Dragon,
Dragon once man,
Will turn again, and again

An Endless Cycle
And a cycle once Endless
And you will die in the end.