Regreso A Las Tierras Medias

This is the tale of faraway lands of enchantments and fantasies
Where worlds and underworlds lived in harmony
This is the tale of faraway lands of enchantments and fantasies
Where worlds and underworlds lived in harmony... ah!
The fisherman of a tyrant and his evil kingdom imposing his rule
And the vision to the gods in condemnation of hatred and melancholy
Ogres and horks inhabit places
In the middle earth
Fierce beasts lurk in the night
For the freedom
The cry of a warlock is heard in the sky
With clairvoyance
Expressing pain as night approaches
For eternity
And to live, and to fight, and to feel and to dream, and to die or to scream
And to moan stealing the blood of all in their final fight
And to live, and to fight, and to feel and to dream, and to die or to scream
And to moan stealing the blood of all in their final fight
The old prophets evacuate the kingdom
With great impotence
They order children, women, and men
To march
The cry of a child fades in the breeze
Because of the great violence
Of filthy beasts drowning the shadows
In their final trial

And to live, and to fight, and to feel and to dream, and to die or to scream
And to moan stealing the blood of all in their final fight
And to live, and to fight, and to feel and to dream, and to die or to scream
And to moan stealing the blood of all in their final fight
This is the story of distant lands of charms and fantasies
Where the worlds and the hidden worlds lived in harmony
I'm a wicked monk with the sweet voice of a child
I'm a wandering soul, I'm a master, I'm a lover
I live in your illusions, don't wake up from your dream
This world of fantasies is dying and I'll find a solution.