Au temps des dragons.

At the time of dragons.

It was an old time, in a time of legends
Which time nothing has survived a so-distant past.
It was magic time, with the air full of the flights
Of these giant dragons flying over the moors.

Majestic dragon with their scales forged
In the velvet fires of gods and stars.
The mystery shines in their eyes that reveal
The infinite wisdom of an ultimate apogee.

Of his flesh, the watchman rides his dragon,
Heavenly steed, cleaving through the quadrature
Of the cradle of the azure over the land,

Centaur-Warrior, working in a melted anchored
Up there in the sky, moving citadel
In the incessant turmoil of an invisible lace.