Elfsong: Schism
Sylvan elves did reign
dancing in the forest rain
Lords of the Flame
artists of the word arcane.
One fell down in the dark horde's hole
never to see the light of day,
Another flew to his tower askew
Learned what tricks of gods he may.
Fellows free now with their darkened souls
were we ever really one?
Crippled now by wicked wars they won,
Vengeance of the son.
Sylvan elves did reign
dancing in the forest rain
Drawn apart by an ancient pain
Gods tears were like bitter rain
Twin elves that hath walked those paths
past the streams and to their dreams
They met the wrath of skipping baths
and primal Natures feral schemes,
While four more opened the door
and sailed their ships so far away.
And so would seem was the regime
of royal ones who fled that day.
Confederates of the flame
Snuffed out by the bitter rain
Schism of the name
Drawn apart by lover's pain
In the half breeds trail and his heroes tale
he tread those great lands of lore
and the twisted scenes he would see and fiends
of the ones who came before
He wore a Union Jack. Rode a devil's back,
was never free, not like we.
And in his demon dreams he made the screams
that would smash reality
Confederates of the flame
Snuffed out by the bitter rain
Schism of the name
Drawn apart by lover's pain
Sylvan elves did reign
Gods tears now like bitter rain
Schism of the name
Gods tears now are bitter rain
dancing in the forest rain
Lords of the Flame
artists of the word arcane.
One fell down in the dark horde's hole
never to see the light of day,
Another flew to his tower askew
Learned what tricks of gods he may.
Fellows free now with their darkened souls
were we ever really one?
Crippled now by wicked wars they won,
Vengeance of the son.
Sylvan elves did reign
dancing in the forest rain
Drawn apart by an ancient pain
Gods tears were like bitter rain
Twin elves that hath walked those paths
past the streams and to their dreams
They met the wrath of skipping baths
and primal Natures feral schemes,
While four more opened the door
and sailed their ships so far away.
And so would seem was the regime
of royal ones who fled that day.
Confederates of the flame
Snuffed out by the bitter rain
Schism of the name
Drawn apart by lover's pain
In the half breeds trail and his heroes tale
he tread those great lands of lore
and the twisted scenes he would see and fiends
of the ones who came before
He wore a Union Jack. Rode a devil's back,
was never free, not like we.
And in his demon dreams he made the screams
that would smash reality
Confederates of the flame
Snuffed out by the bitter rain
Schism of the name
Drawn apart by lover's pain
Sylvan elves did reign
Gods tears now like bitter rain
Schism of the name
Gods tears now are bitter rain