It was long ago when the mountains started to grumble 
and the old legend to rise 
There was an old man lying in a barn and like an 
ancient mystery glowed his eyes 
They told the story foretold that has been hidden for 
years 
but in his eyes, so deep inside, could be found the 
reason for his crystalline tears 
A young man filled with strenght and hope climbs on the 
mountain of silence 
Searching for answers he could never find and now he 
has come for an alliance 
In this place where the wind always blows he stands so 
mighty and brave 
But in his heart he knows that he muist speak to the 
Gods if he wants his land to be saved 
So he raised his sword 
and called for the mighty lords 
who rule upon these sacred land 
He was a little afraid but he hid 
it in his heart and tightened the 
grib of his hands 
[Now atlast he thought that the time had come when he 
heard the whispering voice 
But suddently the sky lightened and he took a couple 
steps back, so impressed he 
was by this God-made noice] 
This God who came forth was sent from the North and his 
words were like the fall of the rain 
And by his side, so magical it seemed, stood a long and 
curved wooden cane 
The young one gathered all his strenght and spoke to 
the ancient one 
He said: "Our land is in war, we can't stand this pain 
anymore, please help us to get things done." 
After a while of complete silence the mighty one 
started to talk 
and in his heart the young one knew that this journey 
hasn't been a meaningless walk 
"You can win if you follow my advice and keep your 
faith on the Gods 
But if you betray and choose the other side then your 
destiny shall be driven 
to a different and very painful paths. 
[Now do as I tell you and you shall have the victory on 
your task. Find the sacred stone! 
It will help you to reveal and remove your enemies evil 
mask." 
After these words the Mighty One turned into a crow and 
flied away, wind under his wings, 
leaving the young one alone. As he climbed down the 
mountain he thought what 
The Mighty One had said and suddently his mind 
brightened when he remembered what he had read: 
"It has been said that The Stone is held in the temple 
of eloquence 
and the one who desires it would have to face the 
horrors of the maze of impertinence." 
These words as his guide he believed that he could find 
the one he seeks and after many weeks 
he was desperate and weak, but now he wondered what 
might be that terrible smell that all over reeks. 
He saw a great palace with pillars of marble standing 
there before hie eyes 
but the smell told him that this building was the home 
of all the lies. 
He entered this unholy palace to find the one he was 
after. The place was filled with red gleaming light and 
suddently he heard a voice that sounded like an 
infernal laughter. And forth came a demon that 
descended from the ceiling and evil glowed in its one 
terrible eye. It said: 
"You have come for the one that belongs to me and now 
has come your time to die!" 
The demon attacked and terrible was it's strenght, but 
the young one fought bravely and finally defeated the 
fiend, so unscrubulous. And now when the fiend was dead 
the young one started to feel the intimacy 
of the stone and he saw it lying on a pillow near the 
palaces majestic throne. 
He walked to the throne to pick up the mystic rock but 
when he touched it he felt terrible pain and suddently 
heard a knock. The power of the rock filled the young 
one completely and it locked his soul to stay in this 
palace for eternity. He could have dropped the rock and 
thus his destiny would have been changed but so 
stubborn he was that he hold his grib and now he is 
eternally chained. 
Now that the legend is told and all the secrets 
revealed 
Can the teller of this story finally get to sleep.