The Legend of Roar King
Between mountains, City of the Lost,
There is a legend, telling of a tiger.
His fur is old there, older than the sins,
Younger than Pangu, killing everything.
Mighty Roar, one shot me,
Thought my charm, I believe
In nation war and dragon conquest
Arma me, mighty Roar
All my memories, gather around his,
Armageddon, stranger of true mercy.
Black and whitey, painted on the face,
Big evil tiger, teardrops in my eyes.
Mighty Roar, one shot me,
Thought my charm, I believe
In nation war and dragon conquest
Arma me, mighty Roar
I heard his ROAR, in the battefield he calls me.
His claws remind me, to stay far away.
And running down the field, I get the feeling that he should,
tank me for all the day, all the day.
Mighty Roar, one shot me,
Thought my charm, I believe
In nation war and dragon conquest
You tank me, mighty Roar