Page 1/1 The sun set over the fields of the sylvan Carmine Rye Farm The boy saw the fires blaze in the village to his alarm. Demons, evil and cruel, spilled blood without regard, Destruction and agony left the poor village dark and scarred. Oh beautiful Laslan, Shrouded by darkness and fear Your glory days are over You'll be forgotten through all the years Forgotten through the years In the dark of the night, in the midst of a storm The boy who sang of dreams—was silent that night! The cruel night finally passed and the welcome dawn was born The boy stood overwhelmed by the wondrous light of the stars The hero's mighty arm wielded the dazzling sword Avenging Laslan with the blood of the evil one. Oh don't despair, Laslan Your glory days will return The righteous conquering hero Will be remembered through our songs Remembered through our songs. The boy who thought that he'd lost everything Started singing the song of the stars—of the stars again. The nightmares will pass away and an era of peace will come The hero will heed the call—for a new venture!
