Legend And The Lore Songtext / Lyric

Forgotten and concealed

are the tales of old.

Yet the spirits of the field

I do behold.

A mist-like shape reveals

the fiddler in his prime,

it's an act through the time.



Under the starlit sky

shadows come alive.

Chapters of laughter and a sigh,

they do revive.

The mist-like shape entwines

the legend and the lore

into a conviction unsure.