A pool of radiance Flows into the valley The mountains of madness High into the sky A tomb of horror Sits quiet in the night Hiding ghastly creatures That feed on helpless life
The wizard walks alone The fighter standing tall A bard plays a song That echoes through the hall
Only heroes live forever All heroes die.
Beyond Balders gate Fire, brimstone, hate Angels always sighing Peeking from its wall but a band of merry men Hold the key to change it all.
Now all these paper heroes Have faded from the light Folded, frayed or tossed away No longer in the fight But living in our songs Round campfires in the night