On a cold winternight with the moon ablaze
We where gathered around the fireplace
Silent we sat with our foaming ales

Respectfully waiting for the old man's tale

With a final draw on his ivory pipe

The old man raised his voice , and began

As his voice raised and sank in the strangest rhyme

We drifted away to worlds of ancient times
By his words we where able to see through his eyes
Into places beyond where dragons still flies


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Forgotten realms , mysterious lands
When childhood dreams are close at hand
With mythical beasts and lustrous elfs

Those magical worlds reveal themselves

Solo: Dahl - Jukka - Both - Dahl - Jukka


And when the story ended we felt hollow yet glad
The return to the grey reality made us all a bit sad

But I could see the faith in everyones eyes
That somewhere , there are worlds where dragons fly


And this strange night in late december
Will stay in my mind , and I'll , remember


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