Let Thy Ale Swing

The Mountains And Forests Is His Fortress
The Primeval Starfilled Nightsky His Roof
He Is The King Of The Forgotten Realm
Ruling With A Power Unknown
The Mightiest Of Elvenkings
Who Dwells In The Lands Far Away
Far Away Where The Rainbow Ends
And Ancient Gods Still Are Hailed
A Face Torn By Time
His Cloak Old And Grey
Leading His People With The Greatest Wisdom
Learned From The Old Days Until Today
He Is The King Of The Distant Forest
He Is The King Of The Distant Forest
The Tales We Are Told
Is Their Only Known Reality
They Have Lived In Solitude And Will Do So
For All Of Eternity