Luca Turilli'nin ilk solo albümü King of the Nordic Twilight'da yer alan parçası. Albümün en güzel parçasıdır. eskilere götürür nedense. daha çok çizgi filmlere. albümün kapağına bakınca zaten amaç buymuş gibi gözüküyor. sonuç olarak güzel parça, güzel...
the wide green and windy valley's wood,
the high dark ice veiled mountain
with the silent mystic castle walls
are now showing their lament
the sad magic dance of my white elves...
sing to mark the past of hero
sing to cry his tragic destiny,
and to lead him on his way
while the the fire burns and their hands now rise
to the crystal sky for the warrior's pride
may the mighty king ride the wind of dreams
breath in our trees freeing us from sin
on the golden throne of irekan
she is fighting back her tears
her sad future so without her king
will be too hard to endure
now the valiant knights of twilight come all
from the farest midlands
'cause the songs of jester reached their crown
and so now they come for him
while the the fire burns and their hands now rise
to the crystal sky for the warrior's pride
may the mighty king ride the wind of dreams
breath in our trees freeing us from sin
