Gargoyle

A French dragon came

In the dark age of nightmares'

Death and destruction.

It took the green sword

Of Saint Romain to kill it

Banish its poisons.

Where it fell a spring

Of clear angels' tears gushed forth -

One sip can cleanse the soul.

Now sculpted heads of stone 

Gush rains of heav'n from the roofs

Of sacred places

Wind up the charms within,

Guard against the looming clouds

Of dragons settling from