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 WARRIORÂ'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 WARRIORÂ'S PRIDE

MAY THE MIGHTY KING RIDE THE WIND OF DREAMS

BREATH IN OUR TREES FREEING US FROM SIN