Lyriel

Sleep well sweet child
I am here to watch your dreams
Don’t be afraid
The moon above just gleams for you
Don’t mind the wolf, he is not near
He’s a friend of the night, my dear
Hush don’t you cry, he is not near
We are friends of the night, my dear
And I run and I hide in the dark
Threatened by each distant bark
Sleep little love, for heaven’s sake
It’s not your fault; it’s your cruel, ruthless fate
It’s not your fault; it’s your cruel, ruthless fate
Prophecy of the old age
Still sounding out my son’s decline
He is the one to free us from the tyrant
So I flee from bloodhounds eager to kill
(And I sing) / (Sleep well sweet child)