Winds of Wisdom - Twilight Force

Fall is coming and the colours turns to gold

Leaves are falling to the ground

Cold of the rain

Skies turn to grey

And the light fades away

Season of wisdom

Time to call the wind

Days of prophecies

Finally here, gathered again

In a tower high in the clouds

Power of the mages will reveal the horn

Horn of the ancient prophecies

Winds of wisdom

Howling in the spire

Telling tales from far and wide

Winds of wisdom

Singing to the mages

Echoes through the skies

Horn of the whispering winds

Was made from dragon bone

Magic dragon bone

Made by the one

Ancient and wise

The Enchanted Dragon of Wisdom

Echoes of the dragonhorn were fading out

Pages of knowledge inked in time