I watch as the golden fire dances
While the auburn flows in the sea of green
The sound of light drums playing as it moves
I watch the graceful movement as it prances
This beauty by others is ralely seen
How lucky I am to be a whitness today
The power of every movement is done with grace
Farther out younger ones begin to race
I watch them at play
They will grow one day to be graceful and strong
As I stand in the shadow of a tree
They raise their majestic faces to the air
I watch through my short wind blown hair
In an alarm they flee
All but two remain in the green sea
As a man from the North
And two elves of great worth
Come into my sight
I join them in the star filled night
To hunt the Hunter
I will continue to battle this foe
Until I have shot him in the neck with my bow
Beware Gorgon for you may be free
To hunt your victims for a time happily
Your death will come from elves and man
Your death we will send you to for we can
Beware for Galean and Company
Is coming for you.