The sun set over the fields of the sylvan Carmine Rye Farm
The boy saw the fires blaze in the village to his alarm.
Demons, evil and cruel, spilled blood without regard,
Destruction and agony left the poor village dark and scarred.

Oh beautiful Laslan,
Shrouded by darkness and fear
Your glory days are over
You'll be forgotten through all the years

Forgotten through the years

In the dark of the night, in the midst of a storm
The boy who sang of dreams—was silent that night!

The cruel night finally passed and the welcome dawn was born
The boy stood overwhelmed by the wondrous light of the stars

The hero's mighty arm wielded the dazzling sword
Avenging Laslan with the blood of the evil one.
Oh don't despair, Laslan
Your glory days will return
The righteous conquering hero
Will be remembered through our songs

Remembered through our songs.

The boy who thought that he'd lost everything
Started singing the song of the stars—of the stars again.

The nightmares will pass away and an era of peace will come
The hero will heed the call—for a new venture!