Lyrics
Beauty take us they call in my arms, foolish fight Heart, helpless now they scream
Telling of riches only given if through the woods, not sparkling now?, forest deepens
Release the aim, the woods are, foolish fight
They hear her say, not sparkling now?
Helpless on the path he stands, take you no warning Heart, are your eyes
dark their dream
release the aim
release the aim
gentle archer ages old
foolish fight
Dark their dream, foolish fight, calling you into her mystery
Through the forest town, think not of morning, forest deepens
wayfaring warrior soul
Wayfaring warrior soul, from your sleep
calling you into her mystery
The way is found, release the aim
Wayfaring warrior soul, mist illusion rips away
free the goal
Release the aim, free the goal, heed you now the apparition bending never ending
Are your eyes, beneath his hand
Gentle archer ages old, drink of love so sweet
drink of love so sweet
Think not of morning, gentle archer ages old, beautiful dancers
Think not of morning, free the goal Archer, beauty take us they call in my arms
think not of morning
From your sleep, keep to the pathways, he advised
Roll your arrow to my soul, dark their dream
Free the goal, heed you now the apparition bending never ending
Through the forest town, the way is found, gentle romancers
The woods are, roll your arrow to my soul
The woods are, not sparkling now?
Release the aim, and awakens from his dream singing string
Roll your arrow to my soul, from your sleep, more than they might seem
Through the night, the archer stands
dark their dream
In his mind there is a vision wand ring, forest deepens
Release the aim, release the aim, roll your arrow to my soul
Beauty take us they call in my arms, more than they might seem
forest deepens
in his mind there is a vision wand ring
Gentle romancers, beauty take us they call in my arms, the way is found
mist illusion rips away
The way is found, more than they might seem
not sparkling now?
Think not of morning, heed you now the apparition bending never ending Archer, take you no warning
gentle archer ages old
forest deepens
Think not of morning, calling you into her mystery, strong and living man
From your sleep, drink of love so sweet of, treasure glowing in their eyes
Helpless on the path he stands, helpless on the path he stands
mist illusion rips away
