In the enchanted forest, A gathering of the ancient elves. In the large council room Rumours of an imminent war. His face was ageless and wise, His hair was dark as shadows, His grey eyes were bright, The old king Alrond. The old king Alrond. Sitting on his wooden throne He was reading the manuscript Brought by a flying messenger An eagle from the nordic peaks Alrond : "We have to run to Silvercastle To help our secular allies To fight against the evil aggressors And send them back to their lands." At dawn, the very next day Thousands of elves riding unicorns Armed with bows and swords Were leaving their forest of Bocelia. His face was ageless and wise, His hair was dark as shadows. His face was ageless and wise His grey eyes were bright. His face was ageless and wise, His hair was dark as shadows. The old king Alrond. The old king Alrond. The old king Alrond.