To the outskirts of my kingdom We had fled in shame My throne now lost to me This treachery would not stand
I was the chosen And I was the king I had to find a way To rise again
Dethroned and beaten I stood on my own Only reprisal In my mind was strong
I had heard telling of a witch Who could foresee the fates of men If we were to break the spell Divine power we would need
Witch of Prophecy!
Far north we had to sail To find this mystery woman Forests unknown to us She was rumored to roam
Up river we sailed To find the way to her Our destination To us still unknown
We came across A great forest so dark No doubt in our minds We had found the right path
A great raven we saw flying in the sky To guide our way to the witch’s grove We travelled long for many days Till finally we found our destinationTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
