I'll tell you a tale of when time had no meaning
When legend and history walked hand in hand
When the swords of the mighty had bested the Dragon
But the Elven still walked in the land

The sun and the moon were fixed in the heavens
The whole world grew weary as summer stood still
A queen of great courage and the heart of the Dragon
Set her throne above the Elf Hill

White rose, queen of the summer
White rose, queen of the fall
White rose, the new guard will follow
White rose, the old guard will fall

The queen on her throne called the Elven before her
And said, "Look around you; time should march on
I ask you to bow and make history the victor --
The day of the legends is gone"

Her people approached her to offer their blessings
And each brought red roses to lay at her feet
Then the Elven came forward to lay their last flowers
White as the summer's defeat

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Now the cycles of time weave the world in their circles
And the flower-crowned queens are among us again
While the Elves have their place in the verses of legend
But not in our history of Man

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