The Hour of the Dragon

Sleeper, awake!
Long years passed by
Sending the black shadow wavering
Along the walls of the night

The Lion banner sways and falls in the horror-haunted gloom
A scarlet Dragon rustles by, borne on winds of doom.
In heaps the shining horsemen lie, where the thrusting lance break
And deep in the haunted mountains, the lost, black gods awake
Dead hands grope in the shadows, the star turn pale with fright
For this is the Dragon's hour, the triumph of fear and night