[Grim man's tale:]

[I:] A flaming blade of the dark shadows struck the lands

with furious lightning it fell into the hands of man

And the ancient fire came down

down from the sky into the ground

The clouds moved aside as the sword was cast from the sky

Burnt by a mark of fire, who shall make this find

And the grey clouds were watching down, down from the sky into the ground

...As the shapes of light were drowned



[II:] Creatures started crowling from the ashes and smoke

and the night was cursed and drifting within the winds so cold

And the knights from the sea were marching down

to the deep caverns down, down where the old spells are found

The war was growing in the old lands and towns

from the mountains war drums pounded with a defeaning sound

They'll seek the Sowrd forevermore, until in battle they'll fall

...Now, hear the battle's call



Who dares to play with death

Who smells the dragon's breath

No grief for the fallen ones

The search for the sword has begun



[Carved in stone:]

Great as the mountains and seas

Grim as the earth and old trees

Made from the glimmer of golden lakes

Chained with fire that never fades

Rocks and stones they carve and mould

when the rivers run fierce and cold

May this chant haunt your past

for this Sword is yours at last



Raise the arms the battle is near

Through the mud and waters clear

The blood is coloring the lands again

A sign of victory the wind will send