Francesco Zeta - Tragedy lyrics

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Tragedy...

Mighty warriors from the silver hills

March, all led by golden winds

Elves and trolls from holy mystic woods

Run through the last snow

He's now coming from the middle lands

Handling proud his magic sword

Glory, pride and honor ride with him

Burns the flame of north

They will all meet in the Kazar ruins

Not so far from Ancelot

In the temple of the fallen one

Their hope will be born

They will all meet in the Kazar ruins

Not so far from Ancelot

In the temple of the fallen one

Their hope will be born, born, born... (fadeout)

Tragedy...<br />

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Thanks to razvan