Warrior's Pride Lyrics - The Ancient Forests Of Elves - Luca Turilli

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