Riders of Fire and Snow

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[singer A]
In the hush of the wildwood, I wander and roam,
Moonlight on bramble, far away from home.
Dreaming of summer, of sunlight and rain,
Searching for something I can’t yet explain.

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[singer B]
Where glaciers glitter on the mountain’s brow
And steam from hidden fires curls below,
A tribe endures in silence and in shadow—
Last riders of the griffin and the dragon’s glow.
Their banners snap like thunder in the winter wind,
Stories carved in amber, bone, and gold,
They remember when their kind soared over continents,
Now they guard the secrets of the old.

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[singer A]
Oh, sing me the song of the wind and the fire,
Of mountains that echo the dreams we desire.
Let our voices entwine in the shadow and light,
Two hearts finding home in the turning of night.

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[singer B]
Oh, ride on, riders of fire and snow,
Bound by the wind and the world’s last glow.
In the hush of the steppe, where the old songs go,
Guard the dawn, never let the legend go.

[singer A]
I gather the dawn in the hem of my dress,
Hope in my pocket, a wish I confess.
The wild calls me onward, a promise, a guide,
I walk with the river and you by my side.

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[singer B]
Far to the south where the green world weeps,
The willow bends above the ashes deep.
Elven kin with wild hearts and archers’ grace
Once danced with dragons in the forest’s embrace.
But darkness came—a plague of flame and steel,
Tore the roots from every ancient tree.
A princess flees with hope inside her trembling arms—
A dragon’s egg, a dream of what will be.

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[singer A]
Through forest and cavern, through sorrow and song,
We wander together, where wild spirits belong.
With every horizon our story takes flight—
Love is our lantern, the stars our birthright.

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[singer B]
So gather ‘round, you folk of tale and song,
Let the wind remember all that’s gone.
For every line of blood and fire and fate
There is a meeting place at the old gate.
Where elven eyes and human hands entwine,
And magic lingers at the edge of time,
We’ll sing of riders, queens, and wandering kin—
Of the last great dawn, and the hope within.

[singer A]
Oh, sing me the song of the wind and the fire,
Of mountains that echo the dreams we desire.
Let our voices entwine in the shadow and light,
Two hearts finding home in the turning of night.

[singer B]
Oh, ride on, children of fire and snow,
Guard the dawn, never let the legend go.
From burning forest to the steppe’s wide flow,
Carry the stories—let the old songs grow.

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[singer A] In the hush of the wildwood, I wander and roam, Moonlight on bramble, far away from home. Dreaming of summer, of sunlight and rain, Searching for something I can’t yet explain. [transition] [singer B] Where glaciers glitter on the mountain’s brow And steam from hidden fires curls below, A tribe endures in silence and in shadow— Last riders of the griffin and the dragon’s glow. Their banners snap like thunder in the winter wind, Stories carved in amber, bone, and gold, They remember when their kind soared over continents, Now they guard the secrets of the old. [transition] [singer A] Oh, sing me the song of the wind and the fire, Of mountains that echo the dreams we desire. Let our voices entwine in the shadow and light, Two hearts finding home in the turning of night. [transition] [singer B] Oh, ride on, riders of fire and snow, Bound by the wind and the world’s last glow. In the hush of the steppe, where the old songs go, Guard the dawn, never let the legend go. [singer A] I gather the dawn in the hem of my dress, Hope in my pocket, a wish I confess. The wild calls me onward, a promise, a guide, I walk with the river and you by my side. [transition] [singer B] Far to the south where the green world weeps, The willow bends above the ashes deep. Elven kin with wild hearts and archers’ grace Once danced with dragons in the forest’s embrace. But darkness came—a plague of flame and steel, Tore the roots from every ancient tree. A princess flees with hope inside her trembling arms— A dragon’s egg, a dream of what will be. [transition] [singer A] Through forest and cavern, through sorrow and song, We wander together, where wild spirits belong. With every horizon our story takes flight— Love is our lantern, the stars our birthright. [transition] [singer B] So gather ‘round, you folk of tale and song, Let the wind remember all that’s gone. For every line of blood and fire and fate There is a meeting place at the old gate. Where elven eyes and human hands entwine, And magic lingers at the edge of time, We’ll sing of riders, queens, and wandering kin— Of the last great dawn, and the hope within. [singer A] Oh, sing me the song of the wind and the fire, Of mountains that echo the dreams we desire. Let our voices entwine in the shadow and light, Two hearts finding home in the turning of night. [singer B] Oh, ride on, children of fire and snow, Guard the dawn, never let the legend go. From burning forest to the steppe’s wide flow, Carry the stories—let the old songs grow. [AlorawithDragon Music 2026 (C) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED]

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