Текст песни An Ancient Old Tale - Avatar

Good evening.

Sit down by the fire, I'll tell you a spell.
An ancient old tale, of travels through hell,
Every past winter is only one storm,
The spring's just a promise still searching its form.
We'll learn far too little and leave still unwise,
Just jesters in tears when the stone walls arise.
We're lost in the dark, which we know like a friend,
A lonely road to the inevitable end.
This is a story of how we may fight,
One soul's last stands in the name of the night.
This is a story since ever unheard,
With glimpses of life and the death of a bird.

Look to the marshes.
Can you hear that faint sound?
Owl lies dying flat on the ground.
The morning still lingers, the whole world lies pale
And the stars watch in silence, they gave their last hale.
Owl tries to stand but her strength is long gone.
There the true queen of dusk meets her first dawn.
With wings without strength and eyes almost blind.
Deep cuts to remind her of the world left behind.
The emerald towers took all that she had.
Time forgets noone, takes both joyful and sad.
We learn and remember, and then we forget.
But right before sleep come lots of regrets...

Owl dreams with eyes open and she sees her own throne.
Between clouds and green mountains, she ruled there alone,
With fiery blood raging and longing to fly,
She still held the power: the keys to the sky.
Now her body is broken and her limbs have gone numb.
She fears the last silence, twitch, almost succumb,
With her words almost written and everything said,
She gives her last lamentation before she is dead.