Oh pick up flutes and fiddles, a new tune is beginning A melody forsaken, on the chords of our elders' song Each note is telling a story, a fragment of existence Oh people ye who listen, sit down and hear the old man's story
He was standing right in front of me, few steps from where I've been That day the manor's tower is hiding a sun in agony Filthy and soiled from head to feet, his sword was rusty and ruined But in his eyes I caught a fleeting glimpse of his pride
[Bridge:]</i> He said... "Seven moons painted the skies before I reached for the chosen one A travel through the starlit horizons, through the magic's way On the path that leads us to knowledge, a light fall of rites
and believes from past forgotten times Outshining the malice on our thoughts !
[Chorus:]</i> A story that came from so many miles and years ago The legend of the magic shield sponsored links