Текст песни Summoning - South Away

Were the forests wide and dim
Stoops in shadow grey and grim

Float beyond the world of trees
Past the rushes, past the reeds
Past the marshes, weaving weeds

I'm the crowns of the seven kings I'm the robes of the five wizards

South away! South away now!
Far away seek the sunlight and the day

Hail, hail now, king of the mark