Ethel - Elvenking

Adrift between the pure innocence\nAnd the wuthering waves of needed defence\nShe has come to enlighten November dusks\nShe has come, oh Ethel, the nymphs with her basked\nThe leaves foretold she’d come in a whirl\nThe twigs of trees\nTwitched and twirled\nShe has come to heighten our poor sentiments\nShe has come, oh Luna, ethereal descent\nWithin the heart of a mid-summer night\nYou are drumming the rhythm\nThe dance of time\nWithin the arms of a gentle wind\nYou are wavering forever in the midst of a dream\nWohoo\nForged into the branches of oaks\nCladded with Ivy tunic of gold\nLike a stardust fall\nA gift from the skies\nA pure soul sent in a world full of lies\nWithin the heart of a mid-summer night\nYou are drumming the rhythm\nThe dance of time\nWithin the arms of a gentle wind\nYou are wavering forever in the midst of a dream\nWithin the heart of a mid-summer night\nYou are drumming the rhythm\nThe dance of time\nWithin the arms of a gentle wind\nYou are wavering forever in the midst of a dream