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The wide green and windy valley's wood, the high dark ice veiled mountain
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With the silent mystic castle walls are now showing their lament
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The sad magic dance of my white elves... sing to mark the past of hero
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Sing to cry his tragic destiny, and to lead him on his way
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WHILE THE FIRE BURNS AND THEIR HANDS NOW RISE
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TO THE CRYSTAL SKY FOR THE WARRIOR큆 PRIDE
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MAY THE MIGHTY KING RIDE THE WIND OF DREAMS
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BREATH IN OUR TREES FREEING US FROM SIN
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On the golden throne of Irekan she is fighting back her tears
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Her sad future so without her king will be too hard to endure
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Now the valiant knights of twilight come all from the farest midlands
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'Cause the songs of jester reached their crown
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and so now they come for him
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WHILE THE FIRE BURNS AND THEIR HANDS NOW RISE
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TO THE CRYSTAL SKY FOR THE WARRIOR큆 PRIDE
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MAY THE MIGHTY KING RIDE THE WIND OF DREAMS
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BREATH IN OUR TREES FREEING US FROM SIN
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Warrior's Pride
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Luca Turilli |