Lady of Goldenwood - Dragonland

Midwood in autumn moon

Dawning upon silver dew

Shimmering like fireflies

And golden leaves from up high

Striding up to me

The lady of goldenwood

In shrouds of pearls and palest white

Though she bears the mark of the wilds

She is the queen of her kind

Sung by flutes of ivory

Notes soar round the elder tree

Stairs ascending to far up high

Where golden leaves kiss the sky

The lady of goldenwood

In shrouds of pearls and palest white

Though she bears the mark of the wilds

She is the queen of her kind

For the longest time we expected you Ilamrion, «Islander»

Your story planted with the very seeds of Val’inthor

On our journey I answered you with only silence

For the ever present shadow scoured the valleys and moors

Asking your name

Man will rise as one under the First-born's law

Unholy war brings to demise to elf and dwarf

Second-born from the shores beyond

In his sacrifice a prophecy is undone

When night retrests

Thousands have fallen on ivory ground

Dragon Son

There can be only one

The lady of goldenwood

With words of death and palest gloom

And now as I leave her behind

She remains in my mind