The elves existed long before humankind They called the forest their home But now a banished race they hide from disgrace Forced to scavenge and roam
Turn your ear towards the wind and you will hear them fighting Risking all for the right to reclaim their rightful home So spills the blood of the elves
The race of men is filled with weakness and greed Taking more than they need The elven race is despised as vagrants and thieves Was once more noble indeed
Turn your ear towards the wind and you will hear them crying Forced to fall by the selfishness and spite of men So spills the blood of the elves
Taking arms in the moonlit forest 'tis the night of their final stand All are ready to die for the right to their land
As they march under cloak of darkness There's a stillness among the trees 'tis the night that the elves will bring war to them As they feast As they feast!
The battlefield is soaked with sorrow and death 'twas the elves' final breath Their spirits haunt the sacred forests of old As the legends foretold
Turn your head towards the wind and you will hear them dying Waging war for the honor to reclaim their home So spills the the blood of the elvesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
