Song | The Black Mare |
Artist | Dragonland |
Album | Under the Grey Banner |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Crack of thunder, sound of rain across the endless fields | |
as we speed towards the night upon a steed that never yields | |
Black as the night, swift as the wind and eyes of emerald green | |
In restless flight our journey takes us further east | |
The seventh day we reach the west trail | |
through the Nethermoor | |
guides us through the mist | |
Across the river past the grey stones of | |
Ne'anthor, stars shine our way | |
Journey into far away | |
and to forgotten lands | |
and here by my side | |
she will ride there with me | |
To the home of her kind | |
I see creatures from old stories I thought make believe | |
Crawling in the shades with thousand eyes they gaze upon me | |
She lifts her head up like she senses unseen enemies | |
In the black of night a shadow watches over me | |
On the second moon we set out east for Val'inthor | |
Where her kindred dwell | |
We pass the mighty ruined citadels of ancient lore | |
The moon lights our way | |
Journey into far away | |
and to forgotten lands | |
and here by my side | |
she will ride there with me | |
To the home of her kind | |
[Solo: Mörck] | |
[Solo: Holmlid] | |
Ghostly specters, faded wanderers that gone before | |
reveals the passage through the river to the northern shore | |
Something dwells within the dark I sense we're not alone | |
though I know it cannot pass beyond the warding stones | |
before the break of fall we stand before the sacred realm | |
where her kindred dwell | |
we make camp in crumbling temples by the raging ford | |
light shine our way | |
Journey into far away | |
and to forgotten lands | |
and here by my side | |
she will ride there with me | |
She's the queen of her kind |
Crack of thunder, sound of rain across the endless fields | |
as we speed towards the night upon a steed that never yields | |
Black as the night, swift as the wind and eyes of emerald green | |
In restless flight our journey takes us further east | |
The seventh day we reach the west trail | |
through the Nethermoor | |
guides us through the mist | |
Across the river past the grey stones of | |
Ne' anthor, stars shine our way | |
Journey into far away | |
and to forgotten lands | |
and here by my side | |
she will ride there with me | |
To the home of her kind | |
I see creatures from old stories I thought make believe | |
Crawling in the shades with thousand eyes they gaze upon me | |
She lifts her head up like she senses unseen enemies | |
In the black of night a shadow watches over me | |
On the second moon we set out east for Val' inthor | |
Where her kindred dwell | |
We pass the mighty ruined citadels of ancient lore | |
The moon lights our way | |
Journey into far away | |
and to forgotten lands | |
and here by my side | |
she will ride there with me | |
To the home of her kind | |
Solo: M rck | |
Solo: Holmlid | |
Ghostly specters, faded wanderers that gone before | |
reveals the passage through the river to the northern shore | |
Something dwells within the dark I sense we' re not alone | |
though I know it cannot pass beyond the warding stones | |
before the break of fall we stand before the sacred realm | |
where her kindred dwell | |
we make camp in crumbling temples by the raging ford | |
light shine our way | |
Journey into far away | |
and to forgotten lands | |
and here by my side | |
she will ride there with me | |
She' s the queen of her kind |
Crack of thunder, sound of rain across the endless fields | |
as we speed towards the night upon a steed that never yields | |
Black as the night, swift as the wind and eyes of emerald green | |
In restless flight our journey takes us further east | |
The seventh day we reach the west trail | |
through the Nethermoor | |
guides us through the mist | |
Across the river past the grey stones of | |
Ne' anthor, stars shine our way | |
Journey into far away | |
and to forgotten lands | |
and here by my side | |
she will ride there with me | |
To the home of her kind | |
I see creatures from old stories I thought make believe | |
Crawling in the shades with thousand eyes they gaze upon me | |
She lifts her head up like she senses unseen enemies | |
In the black of night a shadow watches over me | |
On the second moon we set out east for Val' inthor | |
Where her kindred dwell | |
We pass the mighty ruined citadels of ancient lore | |
The moon lights our way | |
Journey into far away | |
and to forgotten lands | |
and here by my side | |
she will ride there with me | |
To the home of her kind | |
Solo: M rck | |
Solo: Holmlid | |
Ghostly specters, faded wanderers that gone before | |
reveals the passage through the river to the northern shore | |
Something dwells within the dark I sense we' re not alone | |
though I know it cannot pass beyond the warding stones | |
before the break of fall we stand before the sacred realm | |
where her kindred dwell | |
we make camp in crumbling temples by the raging ford | |
light shine our way | |
Journey into far away | |
and to forgotten lands | |
and here by my side | |
she will ride there with me | |
She' s the queen of her kind |