queen of Light took her bow, And then she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone.
Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all.
Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes.
Side oleh side we wait the might of the darkest of them all.
I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley bElow,
I'm waiting for the malaikat of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow.
The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.
The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant's face is red.
Oh war is the common cry, Pick up your swords and fly.
The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know.
Oh, well, the night is long the beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.
The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the kastil, castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on.
Sing as anda raise your bow, shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the api at night that lights the face so cold.
Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The magic runes are writ in emas to bring the balance back. Bring it back.
At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes.
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back
Whoa now
Whoa now
Whoa now
Whoa
Whoa now
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back
Whoa now
Whoa now
Whoa now
Whoa
Whoa now
Whoa now
Been there
Been there
Been there
Been there
Been there
Been there
Been there
Been there
Been there
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone.
Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all.
Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes.
Side oleh side we wait the might of the darkest of them all.
I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley bElow,
I'm waiting for the malaikat of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow.
The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.
The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant's face is red.
Oh war is the common cry, Pick up your swords and fly.
The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know.
Oh, well, the night is long the beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.
The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the kastil, castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on.
Sing as anda raise your bow, shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the api at night that lights the face so cold.
Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.
The magic runes are writ in emas to bring the balance back. Bring it back.
At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes.
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back
Whoa now
Whoa now
Whoa now
Whoa
Whoa now
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back
Whoa now
Whoa now
Whoa now
Whoa
Whoa now
Whoa now
Been there
Been there
Been there
Been there
Been there
Been there
Been there
Been there
Been there
Los Lobos (The Wolves)
Underneath your morbid atmosphere,
The sky,
Grey,
The cold, it surrounds me.
Your voice is fading away,
Away from the pack.
Where have anda gone?
My lonely jantung is crying for peace,
But my enemies' ignore it.
Nevertheless they strike hard,
Forgetting my position,
Forgetting my pleas,
And compromising my yearning for this battle to end.
Los Lobos,
They come as weapons from the soul,
Their presence cuts through your defense.
The Wolves.
Cry as anda will,
No-one will hear.
As soon as, The Wolves, howl,
anda know your life is forfeit.
Don't tarry,
For anda will find,
That your soul,
Has been consumed.
Underneath your morbid atmosphere,
The sky,
Grey,
The cold, it surrounds me.
Your voice is fading away,
Away from the pack.
Where have anda gone?
My lonely jantung is crying for peace,
But my enemies' ignore it.
Nevertheless they strike hard,
Forgetting my position,
Forgetting my pleas,
And compromising my yearning for this battle to end.
Los Lobos,
They come as weapons from the soul,
Their presence cuts through your defense.
The Wolves.
Cry as anda will,
No-one will hear.
As soon as, The Wolves, howl,
anda know your life is forfeit.
Don't tarry,
For anda will find,
That your soul,
Has been consumed.