(©Blueberryhill 1999)

Fall, the leaves are gone - giving way to winter's call
The frost lies on the ground, Edora sleeps in peaceful dreams
Games, the children play - innocence that fades away
The gates are closed by night, and darkness rides
In moonlit air
I see my home darker than ever before
Please let me show oh, master you have to know
Heading for the master's chambers, come to tell bad news
"Fear, fire, foes! Let him in!"
At the gates the guards won't stop me, haste is in my boots
"He shall pass if news are ill"
Pounding at the oaken door the sweat is on my brow
"Wake up, master you must know"
I've returned from northern lands and war is at our door
"Go and pray in silent night"