A witch read from the palm of his hand
that his life would turn into darkness
and alone he would face all the demons
from his past that he tries to forget
an elder king warned of the dangers
that lie in the valleys of north and
his only chance was to find his shadow
so he had to set forth
He is the man who travels in the land
of dragons and magic spells
he rides in the winds of fire and snow
an he rules the forests of elves
Slash of the golden sword
a flash in the burning night
curse of the evil lord
he is fighting for his life for the last time
Oh such beauty in time, but it's just external
he cannot see truth with his eyes, so he is bound by a lie
The snow starts falling in paradise, as he gazes at the stars
he will be born again in the sky, when the night turns into a dawn
On the way to the ancient castle of time
he will soon be damned by rage
so that his pride could betray him
when it's time to set him free
the fears in his mind had to be pushed aside
as he walked through the gates
he will never die
'cause he is truly a hero in a dream