Great is my Lord Doriax, for we have won the war!
Peacefully, our land can reign, under the morning star.
I remember Ergitha, beautiful! But why?
Old King Taerm stole from us the Blackened Heart of Skye.

Let me tell thee my story:

I sat there singing on the grass, when suddenly, a cry!
I turned around and then I saw a turret in the sky.
More turrets appeared, and suddenly, a citadel arose,
Dark it was, this citadel, and all who saw it froze.

Fearful were the peopl e, of lovely Ergitha.
For they knew that a war will come, at the gates of Lumia.
I ran into the castle, to give warning to the King.
I still respected him back then. To him often I would sing.

He told me: "It was Doriax, we already knew you see.
Attacked by minions earlier! But they were able to flee!"
"Why would they attack us?" I asked the Ergithian King.
"I stole from them a magic stone, a very valuable thing!"

"Doriax' land was protected, by the Blackened Heart of Skye.
Deep i n the caves of Saladur, where the kings of legend lie.
I ventured there, to none compare the magic of that place.
I grabbed the stone from where it stood, right off the sepulcher's face."

"And then my dear minstrel, the story goes, the land was wi thered then,
The laments from suffering rose and rose. There and then again.
My own land prospered and Ergitha, was the greatest in all the plains."
I looked disgustedly at the king. "You thief! You, I disdain!"

I despised the king from then on end from the crime he had commit.
So I changed and sided with Doriax, with Ergitha, I quit!
I swiftly ran to Doriax, to the looming citadel,
I met an ugly creature. As though under an evil spell.

"Once thou take a side" he said, "Thou can neve r change again!"
"I take thy side!" I then replied. "Stay I will not in the liar's den!"
The war raged on, and on, and on, for many days and nights
And I was going round and round, crazed with many fights!

A minstrel I was, not a warrior, so I did not fight with ease.
But I tried to fight and then refused my life to simply cease.
I parried there, and slashed flesh here, just anything to survive.
The fields grew thick with scarlet blood, but I was still alive.

The red sun shone on a bloody morn, on this mournful battle field.
Corpses lie sprawled there on the grass, amidst swords and broken shields.
Yet continue to fight the survivors did, to their dead they cannot tend.
And I stood there waiting silently for this gruesome w ar to end.

And then I saw Lord Doriax, duel with the king for Skye.
His blade had cut through Taerm's side and left him there to die.
'The battle's won! Reclaim the Heart! Our people's torment's done!
And ride back to the land of dreams, toward s the rising sun!"

I live there now, in melodic peace, composing my new song,
Of thefts and wars, and kings and lords, and where the heart belongs.
And sing of the Lord that revived his land with the rise of his mighty blade.
Of soldiers that bravely gave their lives where the fabric of legend was made.