Warrior And Man

Still I hear the old song

It is sung by the birds and the leaves in the trees

It is sung by the wind

By the thunder and rain, by the waves in the seas

It is sung by the merfolk, by gnomes and by dwarves

In the rivers and mountains so deep

It is sung by the fairies that dance in the woods

It is sung where the unicorns sleep

When the world was still young

And the weak race of man still had hearts true and proud

Man did fight side by side

With the folk of the woods as an invincible crowd

As a frightening army they rode through the mist

With their weapon and shield by their side

And the warrior's song all the swordsmen did sing

As the black army rode in the night

But the race of man's weak

And it started to fight only for money and fame

While the folk of the woods

Fought for justice and truth, not for man's greed and shame

Thus the elves turned their back on man's insanity

And the old friendship came to an end

And the warrior's song was forgotten by man

Who to gold and injustice did bend

But I still hear the song

Which is sung by the birds and the leaves in the trees

Which is sung by the merfolk

By gnomes and by fairies in the mountains and seas

And as long as my heart beats this song will be there

For I know that the warriors still ride

Yes, the race of man's weak, but a few still remember

The old words of honour and pride