Luke A, Fink

The Return ( Anna Elda IV )

Blue skies above
Under the crimson tide
Blood on the fields today
Battles are raging on
The hurry of the cavalry
The clashing of swords
The enemy surely to fall
Vanquished once again
The saplings grow yet
Into the towering trees
Of the groves since gone
In the forests deep
I have forgotten
Ageless days remembered
The world new us then
Long ago in the past
We are coming back
Our vengeance will show
We are tired of sorrow
We are the Elves