As Ivy Groweth Green

Traitors came amongst us one season,

Faithless traitors without rhyme, without reason

Yet, as ivy groweth green and never changes,

Even evil cannot turn us into strangers

Wars, thus won, are lost to fate

Hand in glove with love was hate

To return to the source of the course of kings

Lords of light must find their wings somehow

Warlords tread on sacred ground,

Spread their creed of dread around

To reverse this curse comes the King of Kings,

Lords of light must try their wings now...