Oakenshield

Elvenking

Oh, pick up flutes and fiddles, a new tune is beginning

A melody forsaken, on the chords of our elders' song

Each note is telling a story, a fragment of existence

Oh people, ye who listen, sit down and hear the old man's story



He was standing right in front of me, few steps from where I've been

That day the manor's tower is hiding a sun in agony

Filthy and soiled from head to feet, his sword was rusty and ruined

But in his eyes I caught a fleeting glimpse of his pride



He said:

"Seven moons painted the skies before I reached for the chosen one

A travel through the starlit horizons, through the magic's way

On the path that leads us to knowledge,

a light fall of rites and believes from past forgotten times

Outshining the malice on our thoughts



A story that came from so many miles and years ago,

The legend of the magic shield

The elf, the dwarf, the man who carries true faith deep within

Was known by everyone as Oakenshield"



I didn't understand the words he said, the silence fell on the scene

A watercolour painted with a thousand shades of feels

A wooden shield tied on his back, the magic wisdom seed

But in his eyes I caught a fleeting glimpse of his pride



He told:

"From the time when the ancients' glory rules us all, the shield has been

passed hand in hand to the few, whose hearts are pure and bold

made with the hardwood of Usdu'm, never decline his influence on character

Outstanding is the power of our will



A story that came from so many miles and years ago,

The legend of the magic shield

The elf, the dwarf, the man who carries true faith deep within

Was known by everyone as Oakenshield"



Shield, from the sources of our depths in the universal edge

- declining

Shield, from the wounds in your malice grains



"Face up and take a contact with your inner fears

You will find a well of gloominess and humble damp

Make yourself a trace on walk, the power of become

The enchantmen