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Echoes of swords all around in Britain

Hymns of tragic battles.

The troops of Blackthorne are ready to kill

Awaiting behind the walls.

Sosaria, land of dungeons and castles,

Where ancient wyrms live in Destard,

Where chaos reigns in the darkness,

Take a sword and come with us

In this world.

I travelled for so many years,

I saw Minoc and Serpent's Hold,

I saw Ocllo and Hythloth,

I rested in Magincia and runned on the ostards

In the unknow streets of LostLands.

It's a world between space and time,

Where immagination meets our lives,

Here we're proud, we are killers,

We're free with our fantasy.

Lord British's Paladins prepare their weapons

And their arcane scrolls.

Warriors for a day in a

Battalion of fate united under the sign of reign.

Sosaria, land of dungeons and castles,

Where ancient wyrms live in Destard,

Where chaos reigns in the darkness,

Take a sword and come with us

In this world.