The Island of Airlevan

Once upon a time, during the Third Era
There was an island, where prosperity ruled
Airlevan was its name, and glorious its fate

Rak tournaments, to decide
(The king or queen, the king or queen)
Who will rule over the land

There were no rules within the fights
Except for one for the crowd
Silent they must remain
Or grief shall be set for them

Isdraelle, spark of light in her eyes
With her father went to see the marvels
Of the raks and their powers
Where rainbows colored the skies

And she dreamt of competing
Dreams of invoking her very own beast

Diving the sky, the raks twirled the wind
Imaginations of magic and might
Warriors united, fighting their fights
Hoping to be the next king

But there was only one who could win
And the throne was already his
Verthion and his Perpetual Night
Wouldn’t hesitate to kill

The same governor used to rule
A red-eyed beast was his weapon of choice
Crushed his enemies if they’d oppose
Leaving their lives empty without a voice

Diving the sky, Nekaroth twirled in the dark
Imaginations of power and force
Warriors to their knees, no use in the fight
Hoping inside to survive

Diving the sky, Nekaroth twirled in the dark
Imaginations of power and force
Warriors to their knees, no use in the fight
Hoping inside to survive