[L: Parcharidis / M: Parcharidis, Wolf]      Charms and bags and graveyard stones, witch bottles protects our homes   Minerals of many, many kinds - Things we dig for in our mines   Now the element of fire - From candle glow to wild desire   They walk in it and do not burn - It seals the spell from which they yearn   The tide is rolling on but they will never turn   To burn the orks and skeletons - Is just for what they yearn      [CHORUS]   From the mountains the wizards come   But no all at once just one by one   With powers in the coats they wear   Skin and feather, fur and hair      Relics of power and filled full of wonder   Those who slithered, pattered, thundered   Stones upon which mysterious symbols show   And lava, fire, spit taken from volcano   Spells to aid them in their quest - Combining them of course is always the best   And when with magic scrolls thay are steady - To fight in battle they'll be ready      [CHORUS]      The tide is rolling on - With demon ships across the shore   The wizards fight until the tide should roll no more      Turn around look at the field - Holding nothing but my wand and my shield   Those demons are amazed and leave our land alone