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In the mist of ancient valleys, where the old stones still remain Echoes of forgotten stories drift across the rain Harps once sang in taverns lit by candle’s trembling light Of heroes, fae and wanderers beneath the emerald night (Verse 1) In the fifteenth century twilight of the Celtic lands so wide Bards would walk through fields of heather with their legends as their guide Kings and ghosts in whispered verses carved in memory and rhyme Tales of love and war surviving through the endless march of time (Pre-Chorus) From the cliffs where the ravens cry To the hills where the spirits lie Ancient voices call the brave From the past beyond the grave (Chorus) Hear the whispers of the emerald bards tonight Songs of fire, of magic, and of ancient right Through the forests where the silver rivers flow Live the legends that the old world used to know (Verse 2) Warriors rode through foggy mornings clad in iron and in pride While the druids watched the heavens as the turning seasons sighed Fair folk danced in moonlit circles hidden deep in sacred groves Guarding secrets older far than any mortal truly knows (Pre-Chorus) In the wind the old songs rise Through the dark of ancient skies Every stone and every tree Holds a lost mythology (Chorus) Hear the whispers of the emerald bards tonight Songs of fire, of magic, and of ancient right Through the forests where the silver rivers flow Live the legends that the old world used to know (Bridge – slow, mystical) When the torches fade away And the centuries decay Still the echoes softly roam Through the hills they once called home (Final Chorus) Hear the whispers of the emerald bards tonight Guardians of memory and fading light Though the ages bury kingdoms long ago Still their stories in the northern winds will flow (Outro) So listen close when ancient winds depart For Celtic legends never leave the heart.