Enchanter - Dragon Age: Inquisition on the Guitar

Слова: Enchanters! The time has come to be alive In the Circle of Magi, where we will thrive With our brothers. Enchanters remind That time will not unwind. The dragon’s crooked spine, Will never straighten into line. What we plea will be A faithful end decree, Where a man will not retreat From the defeat of his fathers. Enchanters! A time has come for battle lines. We will cut these knotted ties, And some may live and some may die. Enchanter, come to me Enchanter, come to me Enchanter, come to see Can-a you, can-a you come to see, As you once were blind In the light now you can sing? In our strength we can rely, And history will not repeat. Enchanter, come to me Enchanter, come to me Enchanter, come to see Can-a you, can-a you come to see, As you once were blind In the light now you can sing? In our strength we can rely, And history will not repeat.