When you set in western lightland,
earth is in darkness as if in death; one sleeps in chambers, heads covered, one eye does not see another. Where they robbed of their goods that were under their heads, people would not remark it. Every lion comes from it\'s den, all serpents bite; darkness hovers, earth is silent as their maker rests in lightland.
As you dispell the dark, as you cast your rays, they awake and stand on their feet, you have roused them! Though hidden from sight, they set every man in his place! Every king will bow, every person shall fall on thy knees. All the cowards will die in painful ecstasy. Only thy hero will save western lightland,
if thy edge is on thy sword of steel, thou javelin on it\'s shaft, and thy point on thy spear, then every beast of wind and water, fire and earth will give the coward courage to face the darkness the hovers, silent and deep, rolling mists of lightland.
Oh lo, thy fanciful world, locked in time and space, only the creatures of the depths can guide thou hero\'s measured steps.
Many toils shall he encounter, great loss will make him stumble, But if thou hero\'s courage doubles their is hope for lightland.
Plighted by destiny\'s trouble, dealt the cards of futures doom.
Our hero becomes one with his fate. A fate, his life rests wary. Lightland shall be saved by blood. Our hero\'s death paid fairly.
