Calling on your gift of eyes you're so confused 
By this vague and trembling vision, how it hurts to face the [bad word]  
reality you must accept, there's nowhere you can hide 
For everything will happen as the Gods have deviced 
You'll obey 

You'll move with the winds and confide in the sea 
The madman of the forest, just a ghost of what you once have been 
The King's enchanter 

Watching [bad word] with the Dragon's tail 
If the Falcon has to fall then let [bad word] of men prevail 
You're nothing but a wanderer obsessed by your dreams 
They're turning into nightmares 'cause the image you've seen 
Makes you scared 

You'll vanish like music to live on in song 
Lingering on the edge of life but still the world will never shun 
The King's enchanter 

words: I. Linders/ T. Scherpenzeel 
music: T. Scherpenzeel