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.
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