["The draconian laws of the King of Westmar left no man unaffected. In his will to restore order to Westmar and the lands beyond the Royal Guard was tenfold increased. Unruly elements among the populace was quickly sent to the gallows, the highland salt mines or worst of all; to the newly constructed and crowded factories filled with dark and twisted magical machinery, fuled by stinking ichors and run by gigantic cobs. Elf and dwarf, once brothers to men, were all singled out and charged with various crimes and accounts of treason. The once lively elven district of Westmar made way for smoke-spewing chimneys, and the children of Val'inthor were rounded up and deported or worse. Public show trials and executions became a daily affair, and it was at such a spectacle that the Islander once more heard the name of his dreams being called out, with a voice so utterly familiar"]
A pale sun rises the crowds are gathered now red streams flow through the streets
Upon the pyre Enchanted beauty her eyes upon me
"Witch! Wraith! Light up the fire And feed her to the flames Let nothing remain"
Now as I see her standing before me A stranger I know Where have I heard that voice before?
I'm stirred to silence 'neath brazen towers Doubt fills my heart with fear
See clouds are massing on the horizon Her end is soon here
I should turn away and leave her to her fate but something draws me to the flames
"Stop! Halt! Who is this man that walks unharmed by fire That crosses the pyre?"
Now as I see her standing before me A stranger I know Where have I seen her face before?
[Solo: Lindskog]
[Solo: Holmlid]
[Solo: Mörck]
Now as I freed her they all stand before me
Stop! Halt! Don't let them pass They must not get away Guards! Stop them I say
Now as I see her carried before me I finally know where I have heard that voice before! So far beyond the shore