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