I unveiled the scarfs, the opening was made The other world had awaited this so called new dawn Laden with a remembrance of my thousand ages Will it be just as I expect or are they so mighty?
I cannot tell
Through the mists of Transcendence Eight days of travel The time to get my thoughts right
The Call of Morning Rising I am not prepared to be their lord
To cherish and help To preserve and love To bring good where good is needed
And to bring destruction where destruction is needed
Wings to guide me Dragons of the mountains of Gwandir Rise from thine crypts The days of glory are back Guide me...riding the Clouds