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 ro 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 Mgihty King Ride The Wind Of Dreams
Breath In Our Trees Freeing Us From Sin
Writer(s): Luca Turilli, Alessandro Staropoli
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