Romuald was the golden child and embraced His king died in coldest winters war His castle burned with flames of greed and wild desire It should be his amberdawn
Romuald's hands covered his father's eyes The battle was lost and he had no time to cry While he should stand steadfast his ground until he'd loose And he'd face his amberdawn
Romuald chose the way For glory to the brave Ancient black and fire sin The fortress burned in silent din Amberdawn
Deceiving masks of the dogs of doom Cathedral bells for his faithful tears The saving grace, the smile on his face has condemned us To burn our amberdawn
Hail this wiseman with fire With gold and with steel There's always one who will loose but will steal He will steal the iron mask
Glory to the brave Ancient black and fire sin For glory to the braveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
