This forgotten land Is consuming all but one And that is you my son So please just take our hand
Have no fear for we are here To shine the light To break up any fight Contained with you inside Must begin to steer clear
Train through for seven years Progress you must revere If you fail to meet their trust Pushed back from the front
These things you must learn on your own Before you take the throne As the title of the King
This Forsaken Land Consuming all but one Blood spilt for our defenses Tears grow thick from pain, as it drenches Sweat poured to rebuild these trenches
This compromised land Is consuming all but one And that is you my son Entitled to this elite brand
Trained now these fourteen years Progress you have revered Now depart from you we must This stone edifice we entrust
You have learned these things on your own Shall you take the throne As the title of the King
This Forsaken Land Consuming all but one Blood spilt for our defenses Tears grow thick from pain, as it drenches Sweat poured to rebuild these trenches
We must now leave you with this place Of never ending grace Goodbye our dearest son The inheritor of one
This majestic place of high command The grandest tower controlled firsthand Venture off, hence this path we'll withstand Disappearing all but from This Forsaken LandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
