Elves
In the enchanted forest,
A gathering of the ancient elves.
In the large council room
Rumours of an imminent war.
His face was ageless and wise,
His hair was dark as shadows,
His grey eyes were bright,
The old king Alrond.
The old king Alrond.
Sitting on his wooden throne
He was reading the manuscript
Brought by a flying messenger
An eagle from the nordic peaks
Alrond :
"We have to run to Silvercastle
To help our secular allies
To fight against the evil aggressors
And send them back to their lands."
At dawn, the very next day
Thousands of elves riding unicorns
Armed with bows and swords
Were leaving their forest of Bocelia.
His face was ageless and wise,
His hair was dark as shadows.
His face was ageless and wise
His grey eyes were bright.
His face was ageless and wise,
His hair was dark as shadows.
The old king Alrond.
The old king Alrond.
The old king Alrond.
Elfos
Na floresta encantada,
Um encontro dos elfos antigos.
Na grande sala do conselho
Rumores de uma guerra iminente.
Seu rosto era atemporal e sábio,
Seu cabelo escuro como sombras,
Seus olhos cinzas brilhavam,
O velho rei Alrond.
O velho rei Alrond.
Sentado em seu trono de madeira
Ele lia o manuscrito
Trazido por um mensageiro voador
Uma águia das montanhas nórdicas.
Alrond:
"Precisamos correr para o Castelo Prateado
Para ajudar nossos aliados seculares
A lutar contra os agressores malignos
E mandá-los de volta para suas terras."
Ao amanhecer, no dia seguinte
Milhares de elfos montando unicórnios
Armados com arcos e espadas
Deixavam sua floresta de Bocelia.
Seu rosto era atemporal e sábio,
Seu cabelo escuro como sombras.
Seu rosto era atemporal e sábio
Seus olhos cinzas brilhavam.
Seu rosto era atemporal e sábio,
Seu cabelo escuro como sombras.
O velho rei Alrond.
O velho rei Alrond.
O velho rei Alrond.
Composição: A.O.D. / Philippe Gandibleu