Charms and bags and graveyard stones, witch bottles protects our homes Minerals of many, many kinds - Things we dig for in our mines Now the element of fire - From candle glow to wild desire They walk in it and do not burn - It seals the spell from which they yearn The tide is rolling on but they will never turn To burn the orks and skeletons - Is just for what they yearn [CHORUS] From the mountains the wizards come But no all at once just one by one With powers in the coats they wear Skin and feather, fur and hair Relics of power and filled full of wonder Those who slithered, pattered, thundered Stones upon which mysterious symbols show And lava, fire, spit taken from volcano Spells to aid them in their quest - Combining them of course is always the best And when with magic scrolls thay are steady - To fight in battle they'll be ready [CHORUS] The tide is rolling on - With demon ships across the shore The wizards fight until the tide should roll no more Turn around look at the field - Holding nothing but my wand and my shield Those demons are amazed and leave our land alone