The forests of old still chant their wild song,
Whispering of epic battles, tempests and droughts...
Hand in heart,
Heart in hand...
Be mine, my little dark angel.
By pain, you await my arrival...
The moon shining bright
And giving light...
I'm like a peaceful bubble,
flowing in the wind of life...
I am more than I seem,
Look beyond the reflection...
It was another pay day,
and I was tired of Mr. Good bar...
The beautiful ocean waving hello,
Dragons siring throw the air...
In the dark depths of dreams,
A silent angel lies asleep...
As I look across
This barren field of emptiness...
Into the bright open plain
He comes out...
Mystic shadows in the background of an old...
Forbidding and dangerous they stand...