Oh pick up flutes and fiddles, a new tune is beginning A melody forsaken, on the chords of our elders' song Each note is telling a story, a fragment of existence Oh people ye who listen, sit down and hear the old man's story He was standing right in front of me, few steps from where I've been That day the manor's tower is hiding a sun in agony Filthy and soiled from head to feet, his sword was rusty and ruined But in his eyes I caught a fleeting glimpse of his pride [Bridge:] He said... "Seven moons painted the skies before I reached for the chosen one A travel through the starlit horizons, through the magic's way On the path that leads us to knowledge, a light fall of rites and believes from past forgotten times Outshining the malice on our thoughts ! [Chorus:] A story that came from so many miles and years ago The legend of the magic shield The elf, the dwarf, the man who carries true faith deep within Was known by everyone as Oakenshield I didn't understand the words he said, the silence fell on the scene A watercolour painted with a thousand shades of feels A wooden shield tied on his back, the magic wisdom seed From that day on [Bridge:] He told... "From the time when the ancients' glory rules us all, the shield has been passed hand in hand to the few, whose hearts are pure and bold made with the hardwood of Usdu'm, never decline his influence on character outstanding is the power of our will ! [Chorus:] A story... [Intermezzo:] Shield, from the sources of our depths in the universal edge Declining Shield, from the wounds in your malice grains "Face up and take a contact with your inner fears You will find a well of gloominess and humble damp Make yourself a trace on walk, the power of become The enchantment is the magic of being" [Solos: Aydan, Jarpen] Slowly fades the light, the story slips away The old man's tired now: doze off! "Sleep well, keeper of the shield!" Mankind could never understand, the shield remains forever only as a: [Chorus:] A story that came from so many miles and years ago The legend of the magic shield The elf, the dwarf, the man who carries true faith deep within Was known by everyone as Oakenshield
Oh pick up flutes and fiddles, a new tune is beginning A melody forsaken, on the chords of our elders' song Each note is telling a story, a fragment of existence Oh people ye who listen, sit down and hear the old man's story He was standing right in front of me, few steps from where I've been That day the manor's tower is hiding a sun in agony Filthy and soiled from head to feet, his sword was rusty and ruined But in his eyes I caught a fleeting glimpse of his pride [Bridge:] He said... "Seven moons painted the skies before I reached for the chosen one A travel through the starlit horizons, through the magic's way On the path that leads us to knowledge, a light fall of rites and believes from past forgotten times Outshining the malice on our thoughts ! [Chorus:] A story that came from so many miles and years ago The legend of the magic shield The elf, the dwarf, the man who carries true faith deep within Was known by everyone as Oakenshield I didn't understand the words he said, the silence fell on the scene A watercolour painted with a thousand shades of feels A wooden shield tied on his back, the magic wisdom seed From that day on [Bridge:] He told... "From the time when the ancients' glory rules us all, the shield has been passed hand in hand to the few, whose hearts are pure and bold made with the hardwood of Usdu'm, never decline his influence on character outstanding is the power of our will ! [Chorus:] A story... [Intermezzo:] Shield, from the sources of our depths in the universal edge Declining Shield, from the wounds in your malice grains "Face up and take a contact with your inner fears You will find a well of gloominess and humble damp Make yourself a trace on walk, the power of become The enchantment is the magic of being" [Solos: Aydan, Jarpen] Slowly fades the light, the story slips away The old man's tired now: doze off! "Sleep well, keeper of the shield!" Mankind could never understand, the shield remains forever only as a: [Chorus:] A story that came from so many miles and years ago The legend of the magic shield The elf, the dwarf, the man who carries true faith deep within Was known by everyone as Oakenshield
