The return of the King (Mortar & Eglarion / Eglarion) The forest is filled with our songs and our laughter, We're gathering round the fires that burn. With joy and with pleasure we're waiting, for after The midnight the King of the land will return. For long he was gone, The strongest of strong, The king by the right, His glory's so bright! The crystal and nearly violet moon, The spirits are singing an old fair tune. The holiday's on, the winter is gone, The King will return and regain his throne. The poets are telling the tales of his glory, The minstrels are singing about his might. And as we are listening to another story We're carried away by the raising delight. For long he was gone, The strongest of strong, The king by the right, His glory's so bright! The crystal and nearly violet moon, The spirits are singing an old fair tune. The holiday's on, the winter is gone, The King will return and regain his throne. Behold! He's here! On the white as snow mare He is slowly riding the upgoing road. And getting unmounted he's asking to care Of it and gets started the fiest that is broad. For long he was gone, The strongest of strong, The king by the right, His glory's so bright! The crystal and nearly violet moon, The spirits are singing an old fair tune. The holiday's on, the winter is gone, The King has returned and regained his throne.