Friends for life, forever and a day Trust and friendship, strength and pride Warrior in arms, magician casting spells They'll be brothers, no matter what comes
Many times you saved my life, friend I won't ever let you down I trust in you more than everybody else And I rely on you My sword will always take care of your back While your spirit flies away Now my mission calls me further But I will find back home
My spells will always protect you Your armor's magic force Remember all the battles we fought Our laughter was glorious Yes my brother we can get to The end of the world if we want to But you'll find your death my dear friend
Never the mage was wrong by telling What he saw with his magic eye His friends' death, is getting closer His trip will be without return Both they know what's sure to happen But a warrior knows no fear Even if he has to die He'll fight for man and majesty
Far above the ground, the dragon shoots through the air. The tower lies behind them. The artefact had to be found somewhere in this mystical new land, that unfolded before their eyes. Zoraax lands and the real quest begins. New horrors await the knights. They have to fight for their lives against unknown creatures. The wolvespack howls in the night, when they sleep and their only chance to survive is the dragonlord. The destructive fire of Zoraax smashes all those who attack the group. Many days have passed and no trace leading towards the object of the quest was found. Until, finally, they were recieved by the Sworlac. They are a kind of elves but had to flee in former times, the so0called first days. Here, in the cold north, they had founded a new civilisation. They knew the knights were looking for... The dust of angels. "The dust of angels can only be taken by a real hero. One of you has to prove his might and will. If you fail, the downfall of all is sealed..." spoke the king of the Sworlac.