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The dawn just came on the Ravenland plains

Maltaar dragged from his sleep

seem to be peaceful and calm

They came down to the ground floor of the inn

Surprised to see them so early, Karling ask for their plans

-Where do you run like this?

-The quest for Alifaar's door!

-What a fuss, you're crazy!

-I'll explain you on my return!

-If there is a return, don't you know all the legends going 'round about him?

The morning breeze of the north winds

Made the trees rattle

Maltaar saw in this wind

The blowing of his people

And the Killianor's sight

But they know it all, stories settled in their souls

They walk all the morning, not afraid of dying

The morning breeze of the north winds

Made the trees rattle

Maltaar saw in this wind

The blowing of his people, and the Killianor's sight

Suddenly, the forest resounded with their shouts

In a glade, sword in hand, an orc's body lay down

Many others came, and the battle was as its height

They killed the orcs in this way

And iron shines in the morning light

An high voice came from the trees

A gnome was hiding there

Trying to escape from the orcs

They wanted to stole his creation

The morning breeze of the north winds

Made the trees rattle

Maltaar saw in this wind

The blowing of his people

And the Killianor's sight

Suddenly, the forest resounded with their shouts

In a glade, sword in hand, an orc's body lay down

Many others came, and the battle was as its height

They killed the orcs in this way

And iron shines in the morning light