Ancient Ones - Jack Starr's Burning Starr

Sit by my side, tell you a story

story of the ancient ones

Sit by the fire, listen to the tale

tale of the ancient ones

From an ancient time, a line divine

ruled the warrior kings

Blood and steel, a kingdom wrought

forged with honor and pride

With a chalice made of gold, crown upon their thrown

hail the mighty kings of old

The castle gates now closed, winds of fate blow cold

the legend lives as once foretold

Ancient ones, oh sacred ones, give us strength to carry on

Ancient ones, oh sacred ones, give us strength to carry on and on

Brothers in arms, sword and shield

defending the royal crown

Sworn to an oath, victory or death

save the helpless ones

Discipline, strength, honor and pride

the code of the ancient ones

Buried in time, the fight’s not lost

their spirits live on

With a chalice made of gold, crown upon their thrown

hail the mighty kings of old

The castle gates now closed, winds of fate blow cold

the legend lives as once foretold

Ancient ones, oh sacred ones, give us strength to carry on

Ancient ones, oh sacred ones, give us strength to carry on and on