Oh mighty warriors Go prove your might Blinded in darkness Find your way uot Zaraax cannot help them They're left to themselves This is meant for mankind To prove their worth The power of your hearts Shall lead your way Trust and follow And you will succeed Shadows in the dar Hunting those brave men Mortal and weak They have to succeed Many heroes had come To prove their might The dust didn't follow them all Its slumber lasted on And it will if no one breaks the Spell of the ancient Who once bound the massive force The last hope of mankind won't fail Sworn to win and to bring hail Now it's time to fight with all force Against unknown elder might These three heroes are this last hope And in vain they try to win their aim Warcries won't save them Courage is worthless Shadows are immortal And ruin will come Zoraax cannot help them They're left to themselves This is meant for mankind To prove their worth One hand so slose now Their aim is in reach Hearts are in flames Mankind got the dust Shadows in the dark Hunting those brave men Mortal and weak They have to succeed The three warriors, led by the flames of friendship and honour, really got the Dust of angels. Once in the hands of mankind, it had the power to save them all. Nothing would resist this old magic artefact in the hand of a mighty sorcerer. The King of the Swordlac gave hos congratulations to the three brave men. Their faces, in which all the pain was carved, were gleaming with pride. Until all three glad faces slowly turned to astonishment and pain as three arrows were meant to bring death to these men... The Swordlac changed their bodies and turned out to be demonic servants of the great Shaowlord. Two warriors fell, whilst the third was grabbed by Zoraax. On this mighty wings he evacuated the assassinated knight. And with him the holy dust of angels. Almost dead he was lying on the back of the dragonlord who carried him away from murder, treason and death.