Falkor (Never Ending Story)

In a land where dreams collide,
Where legends live and shadows hide,
The Childlike Empress holds the light,
But Phantásien’s fading into night.
In this Never Ending Story, we trust,
Falkor's coming, rise we must!
Silver scales, they shine so bright,
No wings to lift, but he owns the night,
A serpent's form, a lion's mane,
He flies through skies, where hope remains.
No fire to burn, no claws to tear,
But Falkor's spirit fills the air,
A dragon of luck, so strong and true,
Guiding the lost with skies of blue.
On the winds of fate, he rides so high,
A luck dragon’s roar, echoes in the sky,
With scales of silver and words of grace,
Falkor takes us to a higher place.
Through storm and shadow, his light prevails,
A beacon of hope where all else fails,
No wings, no fire, just purest might,
Falkor, the guardian, in the endless night.
In Phantásien's depths, where fears are born,
He’s the one who shatters the storm,
A gentle soul, yet fierce in flight,
In his presence, darkness takes its flight.
No flames to sear, no roar of dread,
But dreams and hope instead,
A beacon bright, where fears are worn,
In Falkor’s wake, new hope is born.
On the winds of fate, he rides so high,
A luck dragon’s roar, echoes in the sky,
With scales of silver and words of grace,
Falkor takes us to a higher place.
Through storm and shadow, his light prevails,
A beacon of hope where all else fails,
No wings, no fire, just purest might,
Falkor, the guardian, in the endless night.
No chains can bind, no night can win,
With Falkor’s luck, the fight begins,
He lifts us up, above the fear,
With every breath, the end draws near.
On the winds of fate, he rides so high,
A luck dragon’s roar, echoes in the sky,
With scales of silver and words of grace,
Falkor takes us to a higher place.
Through storm and shadow, his light prevails,
A beacon of hope where all else fails,
No wings, no fire, just purest might,
Falkor, the guardian, in the endless night.
Through starry nights and endless seas,
He brings us peace, our spirits eased,
No wings to lift, but still he’ll rise,
Falkor, the luck dragon, beneath endless skies.
On the winds of fate, he rides so high,
A luck dragon’s roar, echoes in the sky,
With scales of silver and words of grace,
Falkor takes us to a higher place.
Through storm and shadow, his light prevails,
A beacon of hope where all else fails,
No wings, no fire, just purest might,
Falkor, the guardian, in the endless night.
On the winds of fate, he rides so high,
A luck dragon’s roar, echoes in the sky,
With scales of silver and words of grace,
Falkor takes us to a higher place.
Through storm and shadow, his light prevails,
A beacon of hope where all else fails,
No wings, no fire, just purest might,
Falkor, the guardian, in the endless night.