Mistral (Roo Panes)

Child hold your tongue, Your time has come, Sure as the mistral blows beneath the rising sun. A new dawn broods with each new moon, Oh Child of the evergreen you'll shine amidst the gloom. You've found a breeze that's lifting you higher, You've found a love that's stoking a fire in You. And no-one can ever steal your throne, Your final foe, you feet they must let go.