At the court of the king
In every castle's corridor
Along each royal decree
I spread my astute roots
Of sterling advices
And influential wisdom
Advisor of the crown
I managed to be called
My words of wit, follow them all
This way the realm shall turn to gold
Oh mighty king, sure I know how to help you
Finding the power you need to rule them all
Just let me seek through the books and words of the spirits
For answers I'll find in my arcanes of old
Secrets of power shall be unveiled as I scry into the sand
Ancient magic from my southern motherland serve me once again
Spirits of the wise tell me where lies the occult force we shall command
One which once the king die will pass to me
Witch, you summoned us all from the barren deserts of death
And we bring to you these thirsty words to feed your greed
Seek for an old oaken flute in the chests of an old wise man by the beach
For the woodwind shall change the fate of your king
Oh mighty king, sands have spoken words of good
Down by beach, there lives an old and wise man
His flute shall be your tool of power
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At the court of the king
In every castle's corridor
Along each royal decree
I spread my astute roots
Of sterling advices
And influential wisdom
Advisor of the crown
I managed to be called
My words of wit, follow them all
This way the realm shall turn to gold
Oh mighty king, sure I know how to help you
Finding the power you need to rule them all
Just let me seek through the books and words of the spirits
For answers I'll find in my arcanes of old
Secrets of power shall be unveiled as I scry into the sand
Ancient magic from my southern motherland serve me once again
Spirits of the wise tell me where lies the occult force we shall command
One which once the king die will pass to me
Witch, you summoned us all from the barren deserts of death
And we bring to you these thirsty words to feed your greed
Seek for an old oaken flute in the chests of an old wise man by the beach
For the woodwind shall change the fate of your king
Oh mighty king, sands have spoken words of good
Down by beach, there lives an old and wise man
His flute shall be your tool of power
In every castle's corridor
Along each royal decree
I spread my astute roots
Of sterling advices
And influential wisdom
Advisor of the crown
I managed to be called
My words of wit, follow them all
This way the realm shall turn to gold
Oh mighty king, sure I know how to help you
Finding the power you need to rule them all
Just let me seek through the books and words of the spirits
For answers I'll find in my arcanes of old
Secrets of power shall be unveiled as I scry into the sand
Ancient magic from my southern motherland serve me once again
Spirits of the wise tell me where lies the occult force we shall command
One which once the king die will pass to me
Witch, you summoned us all from the barren deserts of death
And we bring to you these thirsty words to feed your greed
Seek for an old oaken flute in the chests of an old wise man by the beach
For the woodwind shall change the fate of your king
Oh mighty king, sands have spoken words of good
Down by beach, there lives an old and wise man
His flute shall be your tool of power
Writer: Romaric Gendre
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