I see the Gryphon flying, flying up high, through the kingdom and through the sky, I see the fairies playing in the fields below. It's all magical through my window. The Dragon sleeps in her lair, The unicorns frolic in their forest. The threat of the storm is always overhead it keeps you inside long after your dead, The rivers that flow are turning red, The demons come marching on in dread, The Dragon awakens from her slumber, The unicorns run for cover, The battle begins for their world will the good over rule the evil.