Left in loneliness Your only friends Your own flesh and blood In the cursed lands Which are left from the gods
In memory of the old tales That had built your childhood dreams You try to find Vigor the hermit Who lives behind the Nebulah Stream
Vigor was an armourer Like no one else that exists Stronger than a tortured bear With steel in his wrists He forged swords Sharper than the teeth of hungry wolves Tempered in the blood of elves According to the ancient rules
The only chance to survive To grow up, to live your life Is to find this old man The only way to take revenge
Now pass the lakes of sulphur steam Go through the land of eternal ice Through the realms of infernal rule And you will find your holy light