An orphan child When he was born one moonless night Under the stars alone he cried An orphan child, his mother died As she was giving the gift of life Fairies were gathered all around And took the child from the ground They raised him with their own hands And every night singed to the stars Lord of the forest bless this son Give him a brave and proud heart Listen our pray within our song Protect his soul and make him strong The little child became a man And learned to live with sword in hand His name was Agnor the homeless one The fairies still sing to the stars The wiseman It was one cold and rainy day When Agnor heard the wiseman say A legend stands beyond the time And waits for a brave knight To take away the golden sword And make him king of the world Deliverance So one gloomy, winter day The homeless one went away To find the golden sword, and break the evil oath And rule the kingdom of the world All the way he had to fight With the forces of the night All the fears of his youth, and of his childhood Gathered in his pathway The Legend Of The Sword Is Standing High Waiting for the call of a brave knight Looking in the future and crying for the past Eternal dreams for endless fights into the warriors hands
agnor, wiseman, sword, brave, homeless