Falconer

The memory lingers on of the arrival of dawn. They saw the beacon aflame, Burning with sorrow for the lives that would be lost. And the troops went ashore, Sounds of drums filled the air. Towards the city they marched. Called all the young ones, call

It's the darkened years, Superstition's flying high. There is pain, there is fear In the poverty's sigh. Preachers on a frightening spree, Of demons and hell's fire. Warnings of the devil's decree In all sinful desires. A boy have just arrived, An or

Many men are sent on a quest for the crown Searching all corners of the great land The minstrel tries to sing as before But, the jester, he laughs no more Many men are sent on a mission of hope Asking fortune-tellers and the wise men Where the royal

We dwell in a time of Neither night nor day. It's like an ever-eve Of a gloaming light. Our robes have gone grey As we sailed to mortal shore. The journey felt so short To the gates of evermore. The paths we used to tread And the secrets we then told

En man han tjänt herr lagers gård I sommar, vinter år för år. Säg mig, vem sörjer nu för dig? För slit och släp under himmel grå Han blott sitt bröd som löning får. Säg mig, vem sörjer nu för dig? Så kommer hastigt budet in: - Vår herre lägrar dotra