歌词
Verse 1:
In the heart of endless deserts, where the winds sing wild and free,
Lived an ancient sovereign mighty, crafting magic’s mystery.
From the sands he drew his power, from the stars his endless light,
Ruling o'er the distant dunes, in the stillness of the night.
Chorus:
Oh, ancient king of desert's might, your name is lost in time,
Once you wielded magic's spark, now forgotten in the rhyme.
Through the shifting sands we wander, in the shadows of your grace,
Echoes of your legacy, in the wind's embrace.
Verse 2:
In the dance of pagan fires, underneath the moon's cold gleam,
He stood against the gods and beasts, a warrior in a dream.
With the first of magic, Mag, he fought and held the line,
But destiny betrayed him, and the sands became his shrine.
Chorus:
Oh, ancient king of desert's might, your name is lost in time,
Once you wielded magic's spark, now forgotten in the rhyme.
Through the shifting sands we wander, in the shadows of your grace,
Echoes of your legacy, in the wind's embrace.
Bridge:
Through the veils of ancient whispers, where the desert meets the sky,
His tale is sung in silent tones, where the ancient spirits lie.
Beneath the dunes his body rests, in the cradle of the land,
But his magic, like the northern lights, dances still, so grand.
Verse 3:
In the taverns of forgotten lands, we raise a cup to thee,
To the king who crafted Mag, from the sands and from the sea.
Though the world has turned to darkness, and your story’s seldom told,
In the heart of every traveler, your legend we uphold.
Chorus:
Oh, ancient king of desert's might, your name is lost in time,
Once you wielded magic's spark, now forgotten in the rhyme.
Through the shifting sands we wander, in the shadows of your grace,
Echoes of your legacy, in the wind's embrace.
Outro:
So let the dance of folk and song, revive his mighty tale,
In the ethereal light of history, where the brave will never pale.
For though his name is whispered faint, in the desert’s silent cry,
The spirit of the ancient king will never truly die.
