White Dragon

In the warm summer night, on the southern flight

On mighty wings, the dragon king

In abandoned lands of a stoneage man

Ancient battlegrounds, all wiped-out towns

The smell of war, he's known it before

These tribal bands got one last chance

A virgin's call can save them all

Through the long, long night, he seeks the light

The white dragon rides the endless track

He never stops, he don't look back

His mind is clear, his will is steel

The ivory gates he will reveal

From the northern skies, cold reflections of eyes

They scream in rage, a lethal plague

Horrorful shades, the king of Spades

Poisonous breath, the face of Death

The daughters of a dream, come from the eastern streams

Angels of bright, joining the fight

With wisdom and love, and support from above

The code to life, to real life

He rides the night, he rides again

The blue phoenix is his silent friend

The female power, and the male

Together can they lift the veil

Andy Lord vocals, rhythm guitar, piano

David Ottvall guitar, synthesizers and electronic drums

Dan Ottvall lead guitar

Words and music: Andy Lord (1987)
Arranged by Andy Lord and David Ottvall
Mixed by David Ottvall
Recorded at Capricorn Studio, Tyringe