الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
Lost in a haze of sweet fog and spider's webs
Brightly shining on the trees of the eternal spring
Birds fly above with wings made of emerald and gold
Eyes like rubies and claws hard as rose leaves
We are the travellers sent by the druids of the forest
We are the unwilling sons of the grey lords of balance
