The wind whispers a name,
Of a lost one with glorious Fame.
Almost destroyed by injust blame,
Now bursts the righteous flame.
The lost Heir, just and Fair.
Breathes a new air,
such a queen is very rare.
Slowly walking through the trees.
Delusions is all she sees.
A wound within makes her fall on her knees
Hope startsagain in the east
The lost Heir, just and Fair.
Breathes a new air,
such a queen is very rare.
When darkness is all arround,
And light is to fading bound,
only then a new spark can be found.
The flame will burn bright and taunt.
The lost Heir, just and Fair.
Breathes a new air,
such a queen is very rare.
Now she is ready tofight.
in her eyes burns a very bright.
fire of justice, and its light,
will bring her enemies in fright.
(written by the maiden ysara, who ran together with Tolean ascaping the carnage of the castle.)