In a forest deep down a well Covered in snow Lies a secret of kings long ago
Winter's blanket melting away Under the sun Shadows warn of darkness to come
Shine on golden sun Show man's darkest deed Wake the roses of tomorrow Burn their thorns of greed
A weary soldier stops for a drink And closes his eyes As heaven fills with fireflies
A cold wind whispers into his ear A story to tell His freedom rings from inside the well
Shine on golden sun Show man's darkest deed Wake the roses of tomorrow Burn their thorns of greed
Now the truth is known The son will rise and journey home Returning to his rightful throne
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