I'm just a simpel wizard of the pad of light.
I'm just a simpel carrier of the light of elendril.
In the shadow of a black Queen we live.
In the shadow of a black Queen we live day by day.
What leis beyond her strengt and dark powers.
This "black" magic, I can't fight.
I don't posses the power to fight it.
The people lose faith in wizards like me.
The people of these wonderfull valley's.
What will become of them, what will happen to middle earth.
If people turn there backs against us.
A sad dark angel is writhing his last poem.
A dark elf is speaking his last words.
They are our last hope in this war against this black Queen.
One last fight against her powerfull army's
One last fight on the sight of good.
One laqst try to defeat her.
A dark angel is sadding a tear.
He picks up his weapons en is ready to fight.
Ready to fight on the sight of right.
I'm just a simpel wizard of the pad of light.
I'm just a simpel carrier of the light of elendril.