[ti:The Probationer and the Priestess]
[ar:葛生千夏]
[al:The Record of Lodoss War]

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The Probationer and the Priestess
[00:24.78]The clouds are gray, and on his way
[00:28.68]Notorious spirits arise to play
[00:32.38]
[00:35.26]Around this isle, where once the bile
[00:39.23]Of the god of War surveyed every mile
[00:43.04]
[00:45.65]Although uncertain he decides to go
[00:50.84]His hope is simple: to stand in a row
[00:55.16]Of knights and swords and bows
[00:58.15]
[01:01.65]A black nightmare freezes her hair
[01:05.76]It almost seizes her mind so rare
[01:10.04]
[01:12.40]As every night a trace of light
[01:16.41]Takes her alone in an eerie sight
[01:20.39]
[01:22.90]And in her vision lies a maid so frail
[01:28.02]An incantaion echoes like the wail
[01:32.30]Of people worn and pale
[01:35.55]
[01:44.04]Waiting for his return, a boy plays
[01:49.17]Tunes that take him back to the days
[01:55.62]Of the Great Six, the brilliant epic never fades
[02:03.39]
[03:04.60]She knows for whom she'll face the doom
[03:08.35]As long as this isle is someone's tomb
[03:12.73]
[03:14.93]He wonders why they all come by
[03:19.25]To help him, though his ideal so high
[03:23.18]
[03:25.50]She never hesitates to exercise
[03:30.89]Her mystic insight and to help the wise
[03:35.23]From Fate she never hides
[03:38.66]
[03:41.61]Waiting for his return, a boy sings
[03:46.81]Songs the ancients sang for their kings
[03:52.64]To his lute swirls the air
[03:56.16]And you may hear the rings
[04:00.25]La, la, la
[04:03.03]La, la, la，la，la
[04:06.30]And you may hear the rings
[04:11.18]La, la, la
[04:13.76]la，la，la，la，la
[04:17.30]And you may hear the rings 
[04:23.79]The End