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 Winds of wisdom, Howling in the spire Telling tales from far and wide Winds of wisdom, Singing to the mages Echoes through the skies Winds of wisdom, Howling in the spire Telling tales from far and wide Winds of wisdom, Singing to the mages Echoes through the skies Winds of wisdom, Howling in the spire Telling tales from far and wide Winds of wisdom, Singing to the mages Echoes through the skies