歌词
Verse 1
In the land where shadows thrived, and the night knew only dread,
Rose a Dark King from the darkness, with powers of the dead
Necromantic arts he wielded, with a sword of ancient might,
His gaze could chill the bravest heart and shroud the world in night.
Verse 2
He summoned legions from the graves, their cries a haunting wail,
The land was draped in sorrow as the darkness seemed to prevail.
Yet in the hearts of legends, hope still burned a fierce and bright,
For three would rise to challenge and to end this endless night.
Verse 3
The first was Jallin, elf of grace, with one arm and a blade,
A warrior unmatched in skill, his courage never swayed.
In the heat of battle's fury, Jallin fought with endless zeal,
His sword a flash of silver, his resolve a solid steel.
Verse 4
Through the throng of undead armies, he pressed with steadfast might,
And though his wounds were many, he battled on through the night.
Yet fate had its cruel design, and Jallin fell at last,
But with his final breath, he struck, the Dark King’s fate was cast.
Verse 5
His sword drove deep into the dark, a wound that burned with fire,
A blow that shook the darkened throne and sparked the world’s desire.
The Dark King roared in fury, his strength was not yet gone,
But the wound that Jallin gave him would be his undoing's dawn.
Verse 6
Next arose Gorgan, stout and bold, a dwarf of mighty frame,
With axes forged in ancient fires, he called upon his name.
Through the ranks of shadowed fiends, he carved a path so true,
His rage a storm of fury as he struck and cleaved anew.
Verse 7
Herra, once a healer's hand, now a hero’s heart ablaze,
With her staff of holy light, she turned the darkness' gaze.
Her spells were woven miracles, her courage filled the air,
With Gorgan by her side, they fought with strength beyond compare.
Verse 8
The final clash was upon them, in the darkened throne room’s fray,
With Jallin’s blow still burning, they launched their final play.
Gorgan’s axe fell with thunder, Herra’s light shone bright and pure,
But the Dark King’s wrath was raging, his power fierce and sure.
Verse 9
Herra fell to shadow’s grasp, her light was snuffed away,
Yet with her final breath, she gave the strength to end the fray.
Gorgan fought with fury wild, his heart was seared with pain,
The Dark King’s wound was deep and raw, his defeat would now be plain.
Verse 10
With one last mighty roar, Gorgan brought his axe to bear,
The Dark King fell in shattered might, his darkness turned to air.
The land rejoiced as shadows fled, the heroes' names were sung,
Though two had fallen in the fray, their song was still among.
Verse 11
In tales and songs of valor, their deeds would never wane,
Jallin’s final strike, Herra’s light, and Gorgan’s fierce campaign.
For in their courage and their fight, a legacy was born,
In the hearts of those who battled and the dawn of a new morn.
Verse 11
In tales and songs of valor, their deeds would never wane,
Jallin’s final strike, Herra’s light, and Gorgan’s fierce campaign.
For in their courage and their fight, a legacy was born,
In the hearts of those who battled and the dawn of a new morn.
Outro
So remember the brave souls who stood against the darkened tide,
Their stories etched in legend, with their spirits glorified.
For heroes rise from shadows, and their names will ever ring,
In the annals of the ages, where the songs of victory sing.
[Instrumental outro]
