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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

: Play the drums of heaven, flee from here to a remote land The scourge of your people threatens to destroy the man When the swords plunge into your

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

: I see the eyes of the darkness, beyond the fire Where the starts seem to be crying In this green valley, I let go out my desire For some peace and

: 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

I see the eyes of the darkness, beyond the fire Where the starts seem to be crying In this green valley, I let go out my desire For some peace and quiet

The 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

Play the drums of heaven, flee from here to a remote land The scourge of your people threatens to destroy the man When the swords plunge into your souls

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