High up in the mountains, in the wayward Drämmarskol We left our horses, below in the squall We've heard the olden stories, the ancient fairy tales Of lanterns in the darkness, leading to dead end trails
Night after night, day after day Our bones they weaken, the blackness frays The maps are long gone, the sun is far No signal in the sky, no morning star How much longer?
Find the signs of the ancient tribe Unveil the way to the glory of Aztara The poets praise the beauty of this mythical crest The top of the world, where gods lay to rest
This is the place, where our forefathers stood With sword and mace, until the earth shook Now they're only legends, like we will be someday But to become a hero, you have more than dragons to slay
But the hardest part, lies still ahead The Passage of the Lost is sure to dread The path is treacherous, the shadows play foul Through the air chimes an ear-splitting howlTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
