As Ivy Groweth Green Traitors came amongst us one season, Faithless traitors without rhyme, without reason Yet, as ivy groweth green and never changes, Even evil cannot turn us into strangers Wars, thus won, are lost to fate Hand in glove with love was hate To return to the source of the course of kings Lords of light must find their wings somehow Warlords tread on sacred ground, Spread their creed of dread around To reverse this curse comes the king of kings, Lords of light must try their wings now...
