"Between the Sky and Underworld", An Old Man started to tell, "Three parts of the elder magic sword Lie waiting for the spell. It was split up on ancient times Was not destroyed by chance. Three months had lasted the ruthless fight Hero withheld his lance.
His enemy was a dreadful fiend, Obsessed by the lust for slaying. Already ravaged northern land Defenders were dismaying. He went destroying all around The Cursed sword was in his hands. People left out no sound When he passed through their lands.
The Noble One decided right "I have to stop this beast And if I find death in this fight I'll do my best at least". The cruel battle has began Both costed whole horde. They met: the Demon and the Man Blessed lance has crossed cursed sword.
The world was staked on their deadly dance, Nobody could surpass. The Hero stroke with his last ounce The Demon felt on grass. Prostrated Monster was impaled The Evil couldn't resisted But the Hero knew, it wasn't end The cursed sword still existed.
"We must desrtroy this weapon fast" Proclaimed he, full of wounds. That glorious battle became his last He died and was buried in a mound." The Old Man smiled and darkly laughed, "The last wish was not fulfilled. The sword was split up - it's not enough You can obtain it still.
Now listen you", he whispered then "The Prophecy was said, The one who read the ancient spell, He will get this sword in hand" Hearers stood up and went away, They uttered no sound. Everyone chose his own way. These damn parts should be found.