Regreso A Las Tierras Medias

This is the story of distant lands of enchantments and fantasies
Where the worlds and the underworlds lived in harmony

This is the story of distant lands of enchantments and fantasies
Where the worlds and the underworlds lived in harmony... Ah!

Ogres and horks inhabit places
(In middle earth)
Ferocious beasts stalk the night
(For freedom)
The cry of a witch is heard in the sky
(With clairvoyance)
Express pain and the night is approaching
(For eternity)

And live, and fight, and feel and dream, and die or scream
And moan that stealing everyone's blood in their final fight

And live, and fight, and feel and dream, and die or scream
And moan that stealing everyone's blood in their final fight

The old prophets evacuate the kingdom
(With great helplessness)
They order children, women and men
(That they must march)
A child's cry drifts away on the breeze
(For the great violence)
Of filthy beasts that drown the shadows
(They are their final trial)

And live, and fight, and feel and dream, and die or scream
And moan that stealing everyone's blood in their final fight

And live, and fight, and feel and dream, and die or scream
And moan that stealing everyone's blood 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 am an evil monk with the sweet voice of a child
I am a wandering soul, I am a teacher, I am a lover
I live in your illusions, don't wake up from your dream
This fantasy world is dying and I will find a solution