A brisk, chill gust flees through the air The moment has arrived Wrought with suspense, the soldiers tense The monster has survived They thought it dead, the battle o'er But men mistakes may make Its fiery eyes blaze into life A splash erupts the lake Bursting from its grave beneath The dragon roars out balls of fire Scorching tree and singeing flower Melting land with incensed ire All hope is lost, the battle turned The soldiers scramble from the beast Then suddenly a shrill cry sounds From beyond the mountain east A noble horn, the clarion call Pierces soul of man and brute The dragon halts, its eyelids droop Enchanted spell, the call falls mute Each man is stunned, each man knows not From whence the victory is wrought And ever on they wonder still Remain a mystery it will