Elvenpath

"In the sheltering shade of the forest, calling calming silence. Accompanied only by the full moon, the howling of a night wolf. And the path under my bare feet, the elvenpath!" Hearing music from the deepest forest. Songs as a seduction of sirens, the elf-folk is calling me. Tapio, Bear-king, ruler of the forest. Mielikki, Bluecloak, healer of the ill and sad. Open the gate and let me follow the uncarven path. The way to the lands, where as a hero I stand. The path where Beauty met the Beast. Elvenpath! It's the honesty of these worlds, ruled by magic and mighty swords. That makes my soul, long for the past. Elvenpath! The moonwitch took me to a ride on a broomstick. Introduced me to her old friend, home gnome. Told me to keep the sauna warm for him! At the grove I met the rest, the folk of my fantasies. Bilbo, Sparhawk, goblins and pixies. Snowman, Willow, trolls and the seven dwarves. The path goes forever on. The way to the lands, where as a hero I stand. The path where Beauty met the Beast. Elvenpath! It's the honesty of these worlds, ruled by magic and mighty swords. That makes my soul, long for the past. Elvenpath! "Long ago, In the early years of the second age, great elven smiths forged rings of power." As I return to my room, and as sleep takes me by my hand. Madrigals from the woods, carry me to neverland. In this spellbound night, the world's an elvish sight. In this spellbound night, the world's an elvish sight. "But then, the Dark Lord learned the craft of ring making, and made the master ring!"