The mountains and forests is his fortress

The primeval starfilled nightsky his roof.

He is the king of the forgotten realm

Ruling with a power unknown.



The mightiest of elvenkings

Who dwells in the lands far away.

Far away where the rainbow ends

And ancient gods still are hailed.



A face torn by time

His cloak old and grey.

Leading his people with the greatest wisdom.

Learned from the old days until today.



He is the king of the distant forest.

He is the king of the distant forest.



The tales we are told

Is their only known reality.

They have lived in solitude and will do so

For all of eternity