be my native home The east gate like a fortress dissolve it away The west gate like a prison, oh, come break it down Island, I remember, living here
meteor will ever plow: no horseman Will ever ride there, no hunter cross this ridge but the winged ones, no one will steal the eggs from this fortress
bearing the Obsidian Crown, arrived upon the field of battle. [Chapter 13: The Wizards Do Battle] [The Sorcerer:] By Klatrymadon and Zuranthus! They come! They come
Will ever ride there, no hunter cross this ridge but the winged ones, no one will steal the eggs from this fortress. The she-eagle is old, her mate
horseman Will ever ride there, no hunter cross this ridge but the winged ones, no one will steal the eggs from this fortress. The she-eagle is old, her
