Тексты песен DAYS OF YORE

Run, run, daring not to turn back, just tell me why My every step sounds like one more nail in your coffin Of this grind, I expected all but your demise the innocent lamb dying for the wicked one

As the mage released his hold, causing my trance to end I found myself prisoner of this pentagram And I implored the gods to cancel my life Forever lost in the mists of malison I see souls in distre

Venturing in the wilderness as he did a thousand times before, seeking rare plants that could not be found in the woods of the kingdom. The old mage, unwary and reckless, went a little bit too far.

Concentrate allies, as echoes the battle Hold up your swords, as we prepare for the fight Our valorous deeds shall mark this day We shall crush our foes in a virile fray Assail, destroy, I want to s

"Ouch!", said Arbo through gritted teeth as the floor of his roomgreeted himback to his original dimension. Noticing the bed close by, he couldn't help questioning the spellcaster�

In heaven, the gods stood pondering, overwhelmed by the mess caused by the mad god. "In this world, is there any soul that can extirpate all this evil?" they wondered. "May this on

Sword against fire part I Courage is often the warrior's most admirable virtue and Arbo's braveness was mistrusted by no one in the realm, but courage was the little less of what would be

A prey, that's the way Arbo was feeling at this very moment: the harmless lamb awaiting to please the wolf's appetite. As his heart beat wildly, a sinister symphony orchestrated in his st

The forthcoming storm So it was the dawn of another peaceful day, when the old mage finally reached the castle's gate. Entering the throne room, he shivered, filled with guilt. He bowed humbl

To walk in this part of the realm aroused grievous memories in the warrior's mind and he knew it was no coincidence. To the north lied the vestiges of an ancient province of Syrakia called Kol

Arbo grumbled and snarled, as the first rays of light disrupted a too brief sleep, wrestling his still weak eyes. The old man stood on the hill, fixing a distant point, beckoning the yawning prince t

They all looked so kind They locked me up, for a fleeting moment I fear Soon shall be left here nothing but a memory I can't help sneering at their unwary behaviour Didn't they know that n

Some states are worse than death And from these there is but one escape Benumbed I awake, outside a battered building Why am I here? Where are all these people rushing? A stifling odor of smoke brin