Amidst green hills of splendor and grace

Castles rise strong in honor’s embrace

From towers we hear lutes softly play

Tales of the kingdom, by moonlight’s sway

Oh, beauty of ancient times

Where winds sing songs and stones hold rhymes

Flowers bloom in hues so grand

Secrets rest in wood and land

Ladies and kings dance under the moon

Fields and rivers their gentle tune

The clinking of goblets raised high above

The glow of this era, a timeless love

Oh, beauty of ancient times

Where winds sing songs and stones hold rhymes

Knights with honor and fate to lead

On quests for glories yet to heed

To the village bells that ring so free

Mists in the valleys hum harmony

In the shade of trees, old stories lay

Of fairies, of witches, of ancient days

The dawn brings warmth and golden light

Gilding the walls, the shepherd’s sight

Magic in earth and peace in gaze

The flowers that dance, the skies ablaze

Oh, beauty of ancient times

Where winds sing songs and stones hold rhymes

Flowers bloom in hues so grand

Secrets rest in wood and land

May the world hold dear its age-old lore

Of ancient times and tales of yore