Through the wasted years and all bitter times 
The druid came to heal all our crimes 
As long as we're surviving he shall conquer us all 
In the book of ancient magic and light 
The ancients will obtain the knowledge of their might 
To heal the tortured souls, their ultimate goal 
Angels of mercy in disguise 
Save tortured souls 
Freedom is their goal 
Onwards they dwell 
Druid, a winning streak 
Ancients, doom is in your hands 
If you want to see the day 
The reward is to travel through the skies in times to come 
Then it will be you who lives 


(c) Orphanage