When I regained consciousness, I could see Dargor And around him a mantel of snow Oh, friends of the beloved lands We had survived Though racked with pain I called for the precious magic book I opened it and immediately realized how lucky we were Only a few pages were missing Those glorious words written by an angel Were there before my mortal eyes This was a sight I had lived my whole life Hoping one day to see All the divine wisdom of the angels Was contained in those ancient pages Tired and weary they came upon the village of Nairin On the eastern side of the White Mountains Home to the little elves There they could rest And Iras, after being cured by the elves' magic…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
