The gentle breezes brush your face and whisper to your soul
Of times long past and times to come Of quests to be fulfilled.
The whispers echo, and then strike a chord
The light then dawns, the path is clear The cycle’s been renewed
The gentle breezes brush your face and whisper to your soul
Of times long past and times to come Of quests to be fulfilled.
The whispers echo, and then strike a chord
The light then dawns, the path is clear The cycle’s been renewed