Tales Of The World 1
Icy breath smooths the Earth,
Forests growl and cry in pain,
In the heart of the Earth,
In the depth of swimming lakes.
In the cradle of dragon hope's born,
Waves from my hand run far,
As the icy temper passes from my soul,
And I hear the song, you are far, death.
Icy breath smooths the Earth,
Forests growl and cry in pain,
In the heart of the Earth,
In the depth of swimming lakes.
In the cradle of dragon the hope is born,
Waves from my hand run far,
As the icy temper passes from my soul,
And I hear the song, you are far, death
I see my son, the world awakes.
The aged, old trees softly collapse,
Among the leafy boughs I see their jolly face,
I close my eyes, in the heart of glade,
The song touches me, because the world tell tales.
In the cradle of dragon the hope is born,
Waves from my hand run far,
As the icy temper pass from my soul,
And I hear the song, you are far, death
I see my son and the world awakes.
