Romuald was the golden child and embraced   His king died in coldest winters war   His castle burned with flames of greed and wild desire   It should be his amberdawn      Romuald's hands covered his father's eyes   The battle was lost and he had no time to cry   While he should stand steadfast his ground until he'd loose   And he'd face his amberdawn      Romuald chose the way   For glory to the brave   Ancient black and fire sin   The fortress burned in silent din   Amberdawn      Deceiving masks of the dogs of doom   Cathedral bells for his faithful tears   The saving grace, the smile on his face has condemned us   To burn our amberdawn      Hail this wiseman with fire   With gold and with steel   There's always one who will loose but will steal   He will steal the iron mask      Glory to the brave   Ancient black and fire sin   For glory to the brave