The night falls upon us
the warriors from beyond The Sea
from Elenna, the Land of the Star
from a race of Kings, but wandering in the dark
We've lost our gift
banished from our land submerged in tears
Seven stars, seven stones are lost
But one day we shall overcome
rise again from hands of faith
The Bearer of the Stone, must come...
For all that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king
For from the ashes a fire shall be woken
perchance to dream of a new hope....