Testi:
Dark Moor Hall Of The Olden Dreams

Born in a sorry cot, left on the stairs of the cold stone; Damned to be scorned, in darkness, damned to be alone; Taken by the Church, his soul will

I was born in France, called the "Maid of Orleans" Led by the voices of the Saints I went to the Court dressed in men's clothes To save my people from

names Gained in the battle by knight that legend will acclaim We don't mind the sacrifice, it's a low price For being in the heaven's hall Just to see

the blaze Lost in a strange place Somewhere in dreams there is a way Vast towers and gardens Somewhere in dreams there is a bay Full of fantasy Dragons in my dreams

Lowering clouds in the sky aglow Darken my shield of victory Is my fate doomed to hell on earth? A shift in the wind guides me to to home I stare in

blaze Lost in a strange place Somewhere in dreams there is a way Vast towers and gardens Somewhere in dreams there is a bay Full of fantasy Dragons in my dreams

: Lowering clouds in the sky aglow Darken my shield of victory Is my fate doomed to hell on earth? A shift in the wind guides me to to home I stare

skies from blue turn to grey All my desire carries no shame I'll spread my wings to hold you in my arms Like daylight chasing the dark No one can hear

: Along the river of fantasy we'll get to a place Which they want to see. Across the valley of illusion We'll have to climb the mountains of confusion