[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:]
Courage's 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