| My entrance purely pleasure | |
| For your riches I ask you not | |
| For I am the gleeman | |
| Who loves to sing | |
| And strike upon my golden harp | |
| So I bow before you o mighty king | |
| In the hopes you hear my song | |
| These feet have traveled far and wide | |
| In a life lived FOR THE song | |
| I claim no land my home | |
| For I know not where I'm from | |
| Traveled mountain peaks | |
| And valleys low | |
| In a life for the son of a bard | |
| Raise your harp my friend | |
| For the song that burns | |
| In your heart | |
| Sing of the heroes | |
| And the days that time forgot | |
| Sing of the days of the Earls and | |
| The Kings and the Knights | |
| That conquered great feats | |
| For these are the things | |
| That we all dream | |
| But only your eyes have seen | |
| A life for a lyric | |
| I've traveled these war lands deep | |
| Raging the knights in shining armor | |
| Surely death awaits the weak | |
| I've sailed the viking vessels | |
| Plunging the northern seas | |
| Crossing the blue horizon | |
| No land for the eye to see | |
| For the eye to see | |
| Raise your harp my friend | |
| For the song that burns | |
| In your heart | |
| Sing of the heroes | |
| And the days that time forgot | |
| Sing of the days of the Earls | |
| And the Kings and the Knights | |
| That conquered great feats | |
| For these are the things | |
| That we all dream | |
| But only your eyes have seen |