Listen to the winds of change, watch the sun go down over a world in the state of autumm...See the mortal races walk around, their life only a glimpse, yet powerful and each their own.

Where are they? Where do they hide? Over the sea, under eternal stars, and vigilant moon, under crowns of trees whose roots go deep...Into the darkness of green and longer..

Listen to the song of the past, the song of a golden age...a summer that once was..Who is singing, in this age of autumm..Why do they linger?

Silence broken, light from times long sunken beneath the waves..there's light in the forest once more, the elves walk there, and sing..sing and laugh, creating with their voices a picture of their summer..

Come join us in the green, come join us beneath the sea of leafes...come watch us walk, come hear our tale...come laugh and sing...

Winter will be on it's way...rip our soul and body away, take what remains of us...but our song will not break undtil the very end...let it always remain a way..back to that golden time we had...Come mortals join us and see...in this the autumm of the world..under the trees..in the deep forest of Ashenvale.