when the vandals came I could only run running through the forest didn´t even try to fight cryin´ like a coward they follow my steps running through the forest to escape
and flying arrows, a broken arrow now
they are men of a king crazy and drunk they are not better than him and are close everyone in my village is dead, I do not hear their cries and suddenly
I see a flying eagle and I doubt the evil now She has something in the grip and fly I have an armor, golden arrows and a bow and a sword to protect this world
The garbage will fall under the fire of my bow and feel how the forest is glad of my return and there in the distance I see the king in his black horse I can´t believe this, here I go
Like the fire, grow my desire you know and impaled the king with my sword thanks so received, flying eagle yeah I got and now I can protect my world....