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Yt's the daye of castle's fair

and the minstrels play theyr songs,

happiness feel in the air:

Quene's expecting the Kyng's sonne.

Mother nature he'll protect

over mains and holts and dales.

Felon wizard, he's not that,

loyalty in hys folktale.

(M & T: Forme)

A snowflake is falling, it smiles to the ground

on a shade of a mountain will bound

A butterfly whispering tunes from above

while a green kiss blossoms below



  Heir of the king

  Hero shall be

  Leave any kind of sorcery

  Hero shall be

  Heir of the king

  If you will love this paradise

Water is telling a tale of old times

and bold crickets are chirping their rhymes

Leaves are falling, they smile to the ground

hail the distant cold fingers of dawn

  Heir of the king

  Hero shall be

  Leave any kind of sorcery

  Hero shall be

  Heir of the king

  If you will love this paradise

(solos: Forme, Forme, Ale, Mauro)