The Queen of Light took her bow and she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom and walked the night alone.
Oh, dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight and time will tell us all.
Oh, throw down your plow and hoe,
rest not to lock your homes.
Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all.
I hear the horse's thunder
Down in the valley below
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon
Waiting for the eastern glow.
The apples of the valley hold the seeds of happiness,
the ground is rich from tender care, reapay, do not forget, no, no.
Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.
The apples turn to brown and black, the tyrant's face is red.
Oh, war is the common cry,
pick up your swords and fly.
Sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know.
Oh, well, the night is long,
The beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise
Waiting for the eastern glow.
The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath.
The drums will shake tha castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, ride on.
Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold.
Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light,
The magic runes are writing gold to bring the balance back.
Bring it back.
At last the sun is shining,
The clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness
The sunlight blinds his eyes.
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom and walked the night alone.
Oh, dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight and time will tell us all.
Oh, throw down your plow and hoe,
rest not to lock your homes.
Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all.
I hear the horse's thunder
Down in the valley below
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon
Waiting for the eastern glow.
The apples of the valley hold the seeds of happiness,
the ground is rich from tender care, reapay, do not forget, no, no.
Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.
The apples turn to brown and black, the tyrant's face is red.
Oh, war is the common cry,
pick up your swords and fly.
Sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know.
Oh, well, the night is long,
The beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise
Waiting for the eastern glow.
The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath.
The drums will shake tha castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, ride on.
Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold.
Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light,
The magic runes are writing gold to bring the balance back.
Bring it back.
At last the sun is shining,
The clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness
The sunlight blinds his eyes.
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