Echoing from the mountain slopes His shadow looming large, darkening the sun The Keeper has come, Your final moments have begun Feathers cutting through the air The mighty eagle gold and fair With rapid speed he comes at you Like a lightning bolt he flew He’s the hunter you’re the prey Death awaits, you turn to clay Traitors and liars are his aim He’s here, his share to claim Beware the Crystal Talon! Beware the Scythe of steel! Guardian of the Valley, Guardian of the Kings He’s the lion of the winds The tiger lurking in the mists No shadow will escape his eye It’s too late when you hear his cry His shade shows on the crimson sky From the rocks echoes your last sigh The setting sun illuminates Broken bones, shattered dreams Beware the Crystal Talon! Beware the Scythe of steel! Guardian of the Valley, Guardian of the Kings
Mighty raptor spread your wings! Beware the Crystal Talon! Beware the Scythe of steel! Guardian of the Valley, Guardian of the KingsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
