Wayfaring warrior soulStill wild the archer standsArrow measured to the goalSing of strong and living manIn his mind, there is a visionWandering through the forest townTelling of riches only givenIf through the woods the way is foundCrying, beautiful dancersWake up from your sleep!Ahh, gentle romancersDrink of love so sweet!Treasure glowing in their eyesForest deepens dark their dreamKeep to the pathway he adviseFor the woods are more than they might seemAre heed you now the apparition?Bending never ending soundsCall you away into her mysteryAre your eyes not sparkling now?Sighing, take you no warningMake no foolish fight!Ahh, think not of morningLie here through the night!Ahh...Beauty, take us! They callIn my arms, they hear her sayAs the silken web fallsIn a mist of illusion rips awayHelpless! helpless! Now they screamHelpless on the path, he standsAnd awakens, awakens from his dreamSinging string beneath his handAhh...Gentle archer ages old, release the aim and free the goal!Ahh...Come on and roll your arrow to my soul, release the aim and free the goal!
