| Song | The Consummate Dragon |
| Artist | Shai Hulud |
| Album | That Within Blood Ill Tempered |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fletcher, Fox, Kleisath ... | |
| It is truly the perfect being | |
| It's armor is tenfold shields | |
| It's teeth, swords, claws | |
| In the guise of greeting hands | |
| How does it sleep at night? | |
| This tyrant | |
| Heaping slaves on the pyre | |
| Just to watch ambition burn | |
| It is truly the perfect being | |
| It's armor is tenfold shields | |
| And from it's tongue, fire | |
| Could any being verily | |
| Bast in malevolence? | |
| As if its indifference might pardon it | |
| This tyrant | |
| He is the fatherless | |
| The arrogance of a being | |
| That insists it created itself | |
| What can it create? | |
| This uninspired muse rules only barren lands | |
| It cannot create a thing | |
| Why the public speaks the truth | |
| Simply tear it down | |
| Dissent, and smolder | |
| Your thoughts are law, great dragon | |
| Just spare me and mine | |
| While I bide my time | |
| Knowing you well, the enemy | |
| Cower may the everyman | |
| I show no recoil for | |
| A would-be dragon | |
| The common man is | |
| The consummate dragon | |
| The poorest excuse of a man | |
| My chest to shields | |
| My teeth to swords | |
| My hands to claws and fire | |
| Now we can make war | |
| A titan against a titan |
| zuo qu : Fletcher, Fox, Kleisath ... | |
| It is truly the perfect being | |
| It' s armor is tenfold shields | |
| It' s teeth, swords, claws | |
| In the guise of greeting hands | |
| How does it sleep at night? | |
| This tyrant | |
| Heaping slaves on the pyre | |
| Just to watch ambition burn | |
| It is truly the perfect being | |
| It' s armor is tenfold shields | |
| And from it' s tongue, fire | |
| Could any being verily | |
| Bast in malevolence? | |
| As if its indifference might pardon it | |
| This tyrant | |
| He is the fatherless | |
| The arrogance of a being | |
| That insists it created itself | |
| What can it create? | |
| This uninspired muse rules only barren lands | |
| It cannot create a thing | |
| Why the public speaks the truth | |
| Simply tear it down | |
| Dissent, and smolder | |
| Your thoughts are law, great dragon | |
| Just spare me and mine | |
| While I bide my time | |
| Knowing you well, the enemy | |
| Cower may the everyman | |
| I show no recoil for | |
| A wouldbe dragon | |
| The common man is | |
| The consummate dragon | |
| The poorest excuse of a man | |
| My chest to shields | |
| My teeth to swords | |
| My hands to claws and fire | |
| Now we can make war | |
| A titan against a titan |
| zuò qǔ : Fletcher, Fox, Kleisath ... | |
| It is truly the perfect being | |
| It' s armor is tenfold shields | |
| It' s teeth, swords, claws | |
| In the guise of greeting hands | |
| How does it sleep at night? | |
| This tyrant | |
| Heaping slaves on the pyre | |
| Just to watch ambition burn | |
| It is truly the perfect being | |
| It' s armor is tenfold shields | |
| And from it' s tongue, fire | |
| Could any being verily | |
| Bast in malevolence? | |
| As if its indifference might pardon it | |
| This tyrant | |
| He is the fatherless | |
| The arrogance of a being | |
| That insists it created itself | |
| What can it create? | |
| This uninspired muse rules only barren lands | |
| It cannot create a thing | |
| Why the public speaks the truth | |
| Simply tear it down | |
| Dissent, and smolder | |
| Your thoughts are law, great dragon | |
| Just spare me and mine | |
| While I bide my time | |
| Knowing you well, the enemy | |
| Cower may the everyman | |
| I show no recoil for | |
| A wouldbe dragon | |
| The common man is | |
| The consummate dragon | |
| The poorest excuse of a man | |
| My chest to shields | |
| My teeth to swords | |
| My hands to claws and fire | |
| Now we can make war | |
| A titan against a titan |