| Lyrics: | The wide green and windy valley's wood, the high dark ice veiled mountain
With the silent mystic
castle walls are now showing their lament
The sad magic dance of my white elves... sing to mark
the past of hero
Sing to cry his tragic destiny, and to lead him on his way
WHILE THE
FIRE BURNS AND THEIR HANDS NOW RISE
TO THE CRYSTAL SKY FOR THE WARRIOR_S PRIDE
MAY THE
MIGHTY KING RIDE THE WIND OF DREAMS
BREATH IN OUR TREES FREEING US FROM SIN
On the
golden throne of Irekan she is fighting back her tears
Her sad future so without her king will
be too hard to endure
Now the valiant knights of twilight come all from the farest
midlands
'Cause the songs of jester reached their crown
and so now they come for
him
WHILE THE FIRE BURNS AND THEIR HANDS NOW RISE
TO THE CRYSTAL SKY FOR THE WARRIOR_S
PRIDE
MAY THE MIGHTY KING RIDE THE WIND OF DREAMS
BREATH IN OUR TREES FREEING US FROM SIN |
