CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Song of the Fairies
Han Mi:
Some time later the wandering refugees came within sight of the fairy city of Victoria
*Whole bunch of fairy shenanigans*
Faeries:
Far, far in the past, a god mournful and sad
Came to this world from a far place, alas
So hard he tried to find his fallen bride
But he knew not where in history she lies
He searched far and wide but hadn't much time
For if he stayed too long and he’d break and he’d die
He’d shatter and roll like ice in the cold
And he’d dissolve back into thousands of souls
.
Far, far in the past, a creature was sad
Her mate he was dead and sweet unborn lass
Was certain to die, and so there she cried
Until this wandering god there passed on by
In mercy he gave, some of his flame
And mother and sweet unborn baby he saved
This baby now had the magic he’d passed
And faeries and humans split in separate paths
.
Our prophets have warned, when that wheel it turns
Drought into Faerieland comes and it burns
The humans will rise, the dark in their eyes
Upon our race they will wish us to die
But, they say there's a tribe, with which we align
And it is with them that our future will lie
And here you arrive, come stay for a time
And let us see what kind of fate hereby lies
Some time later the wandering refugees came within sight of the fairy city of Victoria
*Whole bunch of fairy shenanigans*
Faeries:
Far, far in the past, a god mournful and sad
Came to this world from a far place, alas
So hard he tried to find his fallen bride
But he knew not where in history she lies
He searched far and wide but hadn't much time
For if he stayed too long and he’d break and he’d die
He’d shatter and roll like ice in the cold
And he’d dissolve back into thousands of souls
.
Far, far in the past, a creature was sad
Her mate he was dead and sweet unborn lass
Was certain to die, and so there she cried
Until this wandering god there passed on by
In mercy he gave, some of his flame
And mother and sweet unborn baby he saved
This baby now had the magic he’d passed
And faeries and humans split in separate paths
.
Our prophets have warned, when that wheel it turns
Drought into Faerieland comes and it burns
The humans will rise, the dark in their eyes
Upon our race they will wish us to die
But, they say there's a tribe, with which we align
And it is with them that our future will lie
And here you arrive, come stay for a time
And let us see what kind of fate hereby lies
