The Race Back Home
Fall, the leaves are gone - giving way to winter's call The frost lies on the ground, Edora sleeps in peaceful dreams Games, the children play - innocence that fades away The gates are closed by night, and darkness rides In moonlit air I see my home darker than ever before Please let me show oh, master you have to know Heading for the master's chambers, come to tell bad news "Fear, fire, foes! Let him in!" At the gates the guards won't stop me, haste is in my boots "He shall pass if news are ill" Pounding at the oaken door the sweat is on my brow "Wake up, master you must know" I've returned from northern lands and war is at our door "Go and pray in silent night"
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The Race Back Home
Fall, the leaves are gone - giving way to winter's call The frost lies on the ground, Edora sleeps in peaceful dreams Games, the children play - innocence that fades away The gates are closed by night, and darkness rides In moonlit air I see my home darker than ever before Please let me show oh, master you have to know Heading for the master's chambers, come to tell bad news "Fear, fire, foes! Let him in!" At the gates the guards won't stop me, haste is in my boots "He shall pass if news are ill" Pounding at the oaken door the sweat is on my brow "Wake up, master you must know" I've returned from northern lands and war is at our door "Go and pray in silent night"
Fall, the leaves are gone - giving way to winter's call The frost lies on the ground, Edora sleeps in peaceful dreams Games, the children play - innocence that fades away The gates are closed by night, and darkness rides In moonlit air I see my home darker than ever before Please let me show oh, master you have to know Heading for the master's chambers, come to tell bad news "Fear, fire, foes! Let him in!" At the gates the guards won't stop me, haste is in my boots "He shall pass if news are ill" Pounding at the oaken door the sweat is on my brow "Wake up, master you must know" I've returned from northern lands and war is at our door "Go and pray in silent night"