Standing on the top of the mighty hill

Fail voices are blowing with the wind

The light of the moon glistens in his hair

As he stands alone and abandoned by the night

He is caught, but meant to be free

He is strong, his power comes from within

And as shadows so big cover the moon with black

He raises his head and lifts his arms up to the sky

His wand creates a mighty lightning

An eagle appears to bear him away

The wolves they cry out frightening

And wind blows through his hair as he flies away

Into the night

Soon he disappears

And in the back the attack of the black riders start

The sound of black hooves echoes in his mind

But forever he will roam

Forever he'll be there to fly away

And no one ever stops him on his way

The strong ones they were born to survive, not to die

And I wake up awaiting my last cry