Three little brothers, walking up a hill
One is tall, one is strong, one is always ill
Three little brothers, with heavy, golden boots
Socks are wet, lungs are dead, a storm is raging too
Three little brothers, once had sisters too
They're above solid grounds where loneliness abounds
Rise little brothers, no reason for concern
Knees are bruised, arms are week, but victory will be sweet, yeah
Look little sisters, we're dragonfireproof
In the cave, glorious fight, everything's alright
Three little brothers, lay their weapons down
Dragon dead, from his head, they remove the crown, yeah!
