Root Lykorian
Thousand of voices use to be heard in distance Tell tales about themselves, the Eternal Story Carried by the Wind - it sounds all around The shell fanfares gust... so lightly. Mysterious Lykorian made drums sound The storm wispers in the tops of the trees It trembles with amazement, everything alive around Even the Sea stayed still at the Monnlight. Dance - be merry - the Depths of Ages The Soul is scorched by the Flame The flame of beauty and Souther Winds Emeralds of Rains run down the cheeks.
