The Dance of the Elves - Ereb Altor

The light is slowly fading away from the setting sun

Hiding its glory behind the trees

The magic’s slowly taking form in the twilight

The boundaries are fading as light becomes dark

The dance of the elves

A procession following the streams

The streams of the underground

Like a river of waters so black

A prelude of the enchanted display

Where the invisible can be seen

On the meadow dew

A ring of white mist

The dance of the elves

Where time stand still

A melody opaque

Enthralling beyond sense

A dark magnetic force

Following the mist

Entranced by the tunes

Dancing in the dark

A century will pass tonight

Time forever lost

On the meadow dew

A ring of white mist

The dance of the elves

Where time stand still

The dance of the elves

A procession following the streams

The dance of the elves