Warrior's Pride

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