What we have harbored
All of our lives
Is a lie
That makes us proud
So is the journey ours or theirs

Sing songs, feel so green
Feel the folk kind, in a dream
Swords and sorcery
Tell us again and again, escape freely

What we have become
Was needed to see the old world as a
Home of heroes

Journey back to a world, a life glorified by song
What we have imagined, it could never be
But the stories we've told, a realm prettier, though wrong
What it carries on wind, feeling, it sets us free

Play pipes, and folk strings
Strong autumn air, under wings
Orcs and adventure
Wide open fields and sparse trees, treasure these things

Sing songs, feel so green
Breathe spring time air, wake from sleep
Heroes, barbarians
Tell us again and again, it's what we need

What we have become
Was needed to see the old world as a
Home of heroes

Journey back to a world, a life glorified by song
What we have imagined, it could never be
But the stories we've told, a realm prettier, though wrong
What it carries on wind, feeling, it sets us free

Journey back to a world, a life glorified by song
What we have imagined, it could never be
But the stories we've told, a realm prettier, though wrong
What it carries on wind, feeling, it sets us free


Journey back to a world, a life glorified by song
What we have imagined, it could never be
But the stories we've told, a realm prettier, though wrong
What it carries on wind, feeling, it sets us free

Journey back to a world, a life glorified by song
What we have imagined, it could never be
Tell the stories over, I forget where the feeling comes
From, and I wish to feel it all again

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