Amberdawn کے بول

Romuald was the golden child and embraced His king died in coldest winters war His castle burned with flames of greed and wild desire It should be his amberdawn Romuald's hands covered his father's eyes The battle was lost and he had no time to cry While he should stand steadfast his ground until he'd loose And he'd face his amberdawn Romuald chose the way For glory to the brave Ancient black and fire sin The fortress burned in silent din