I'm going to tell you a legend 

Of the end of a dark epoch 

And the origin of a new world that'd been promised 

So shall it also happen with us 

For a hero's return, our hearts still burn 

For his coming, we passionately yearn 



In a land where dreams still are burning 

In a land where dreams still come true 

There is the place to let hope sprout 

The place for me and you 



In a realm beyond imagination 

Far away from all you've ever known 

There you'll find the inner calmness 

It is written in the elder scrolls 



Nieverlore, Nieverlore! 

Thy grace forevermore 

Nieverlore, Nieverlore! 

Glorious kingdom 



Nieverlore, Nieverlore! 

Thy grace forevermore 

Nieverlore, Nieverlore! 

Glorious kingdom 



Long ago, in times of strife and riots 

When disfavor controlled the minds of men 

There appeared a little orphan 

Who would prove to be the chosen One 



With his hands he healed the wounded 

With his words he fed the poor 

It was him who showed them the meaning 

What they were living for 



Nieverlore, Nieverlore! 

Thy grace forevermore 

Nieverlore, Nieverlore! 

Glorious kingdom 



Nieverlore, Nieverlore! 

Thy grace forevermore 

Nieverlore, Nieverlore! 

Glorious kingdom 



With his sword the One divided 

The chaff from the wheat 

After this prophesied harvest 

He left a germinating seed 



This seed was baptized as Hope 

In a world that seemed lost before 

It grew and finally opened up 

The door to Nieverlore 



Nieverlore! 



Nieverlore, Nieverlore! 

Thy grace forevermore 

Nieverlore, Nieverlore! 

Glorious kingdom