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