Reality died
With the setting sun
Chilling winds are breathing
In the trees
Voices whisper
The saga lives on
Imagination decides
What the eye is to see
Come forth o wanderer
Be brave
As you enter the cave
With the setting sun
Chilling winds are breathing
In the trees
Voices whisper
The saga lives on
Imagination decides
What the eye is to see
Come forth o wanderer
Be brave
As you enter the cave