Be-tween two skies the dra-gon fly feels the wind blows be-tween life and death the dra gon's breath o-men of a down-fa-lling stars burn fast, like me-mo-ries at the end of a sea-son A new born life is here let the wind lead your wings Mo-cking breeze, my dream at worst you'll be wa-ter rings Blown a way strong the wind Black clouds be-yond which there's no way to see Deaf-e-ning thun-ders storm will be Wait for the flow and take flight A new born life is here let the wind lead your wings Mo-cking breeze, my dream at worst you'll be wa-ter rings Fly high wi-thout fear let the wind lead your wings Fly high wi-thout fe-ar at worst you'll be wa-ter rings [It was late that night the silence of the lake screamed at the moonlight and looking to the water I didn't recognize myself]