Paroles:
Medieval

Well... I'm a species so rare the human eye's hardly seen A thin line between divine and killing machine A dark side of the light that no one should ever

There's something in your soul that makes me feel so old In fact, I think I've died about six hundred times There's less of me now and more of me then

Well, I'm a species so rare, the human eyes hardly seen A thin line between divine and killing machine A dark side of the light that no one ever should

Medieval Feast [M: Jevo, Patxa / L: Jevo] Now winter is gone and a new day is born The season of Spring when life is reborn. Time to harvest time

magia surgirá En el reino medieval Medieval Una época de guerra y de poder Un lugar De castillos de leyendas y de fé Medieval Una

There's something in your soul that makes me feel so old In fact, I think I've died about six hundred times There's less of me now and more of me then

Lost in mirrored labyrinths I strive to find Anyway to escape And leave it all behind But the dense layer lingers on With promised blue skies beyond What

As I walk With a Spirit Into the binding Forest In Fog and Darkness I walk I disappear Into the mighty Forest It's beyond the sweet And tainted

Langt inn skogen bak en foss og traer gar en sti inn i skogens traer I taake og lys igjennom krigen svart foort i taakens sky Den uavhengige Gaar en