| Once upon a time, in a land far far away | 
| A savage dragon descended on the peaceful town of Sagon | 
| It burned the fields with it’s flaming breath | 
| Darkening the skies | 
| In their despair, the inhabitants prayed to the gods of light | 
| Who had mercy on them, and sent them an old blind swordsmith | 
| He lit up the forge and began to strike the iron | 
| The anvil hammered the steel began to glow | 
| After seven days and seven nights he immersed the steel | 
| In a cauldron of human blood | 
| As the spirit of the blood hardened the red-hot metal | 
| The swordsmith fell down and died | 
| And the light of the glowing day was reflected by the | 
| Silvery blade of a wonderfulk weapon | 
| The sword of Sagon, ha ha ha ha | 
| Prince of Asgard, take this blade | 
| Break our chains, light up the shade | 
| Trust in metal and your force | 
| Half the kingdom will be yours | 
| Once there was a time | 
| When we all lived in peace | 
| Now we are the slaves | 
| Of the blood-thirsty beast | 
| Sword of Sagon, made of steel | 
| Blessed with blood | 
| Save us from the tyranny | 
| Sword of Sagon, stab the black dragon’s heart | 
| Kill the beast and set us free | 
| Face the dragon’s evil eye | 
| Smoke is darkening the sky | 
| Raise your weapon, start to fight | 
| Metal power, sharp steel bites | 
| Smash the serpentine’s flesh | 
| Viscid blood runs down your hand | 
| Fight, never give in | 
| 'till it’s head lies in the sand | 
| Sword of Sagon… |