

(hummmm) The wind is calling high
Where ancient shadows fly
Through the silver valley mist
Paths of stone by starlight kissed
Mountains wear
a crown of stone
Guarding secrets long unknown Hear the sky begin to wake
As the sleeping giants shake
Spread your wings and take to flight
Golden scales in burning light Ride the wind across the sea
Where the wild and magic breathe free
Ruins carved in older tongues
Songs the elder winds have sung
Embers glow in ancient deep
Where the golden dragons sleep
Magic fades to
rest
In the quiet west (ahhhh)