Still I hear the old song
It is sung by the birds and the leaves in the trees
It is sung by the wind
By the thunder and rain, by the waves in the seas
It is sung by the merfolk, by gnomes and by dwarves
In the rivers and mountains so deep
It is sung by the fairies that dance in the woods
It is sung where the unicorns sleep
When the world was still young
And the weak race of man still had hearts true and proud
Man did fight side by side
With the folk of the woods as an invincible crowd
As a frightening army they rode through the mist
With their weapon and shield by their side
And the warrior's song all the swordsmen did sing
As the black army rode in the night
But the race of man's weak
And it started to fight only for money and fame
While the folk of the woods
Fought for justice and truth, not for man's greed and shame
Thus the elves turned their back on man's insanity
And the old friendship came to an end
And the warrior's song was forgotten by man
Who to gold and injustice did bend
But I still hear the song
Which is sung by the birds and the leaves in the trees
Which is sung by the merfolk
By gnomes and by fairies in the mountains and seas
And as long as my heart beats this song will be there
For I know that the warriors still ride
Yes, the race of man's weak, but a few still remember
The old words of honour and pride
