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Lost in a haze of sweet fog and spider's webs
brightly shining on the trees of the Eternal Spring.
Birds fly above with wings made of emerald and gold,
eyes like rubies and claws hard as rose leaves.

We are the travellers sent by the druids of the forest.
We are the unwilling sons of the grey lords of balance.

Lyrics was added by pevnina

Video was added by pevnina