I’m going to tell you a legend
Of the end of a dark epoch
And the origin of a new world that’d been promised
So shall it also happen with us
For a hero’s return, our hearts still burn
For his coming, we passionately yearn
In a land where dreams still are burning
In a land where dreams still come true
There is the place to let hope sprout
The place for me and you

A realm beyond imagination
Far away from all you’ve ever known
There you’ll find the inner calmness
It is written in the elder scrolls

Nieverlore, Nieverlore!
Thy grace forevermore
Nieverlore, Nieverlore!
Glorious kingdom

Nieverlore, Nieverlore!
Thy grace forevermore
Nieverlore, Nieverlore!
Glorious kingdom

Long ago, in times of strife and riots
When disfavor controlled the minds of men
There appeared a little orphan
Who would prove to be the chosen One

With his hands he healed the wounded
With his words he fed the poor
It was him who showed them the meaning
What they were living for

Nieverlore, Nieverlore!
Thy grace forevermore
Nieverlore, Nieverlore!
Glorious kingdom

Nieverlore, Nieverlore!
Thy grace forevermore
Nieverlore, Nieverlore!
Glorious kingdom

With his sword the One divided
The chaff from the wheat
After this prophesied harvest
He left a germinating seed

This seed was baptized as “Hope”
In a world that seemed lost before
It grew and finally opened up
The door to Nieverlore

Nieverlore!

Nieverlore, Nieverlore!
Thy grace forevermore
Nieverlore, Nieverlore!
Glorious kingdom