Avrigus - As Ivy Groweth Green dalszöveg

Traitors came amongst us one season, 
Faithless traitors without rhyme, without reason 
Yet, as ivy groweth green and never changes, 
Even evil cannot turn us into strangers 
Wars, thus won, are lost to fate 
Hand in glove with love was hate 
To return to the source of the course of kings 
Lords of light must find their wings somehow 
Warlords tread on sacred ground, 
Spread their creed of dread around 
To reverse this curse comes the King of Kings, 
Lords of light must try their wings now...