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Trumpets of battle, trumpets of war

marching forward to the great temple of darunh

greyspirits are slowly falling down

thularians are strong mighty fighter

the sky is darker than it ever been

this is the era of thousand prophecies

storm-thunder-lightning and frozenwinds

it's the epoch of unblessed tragedies

at the gates in front of temple

the mage of chaos is casting more and more to re-enforce

then thularis opens the door the final fight

all he saw was an orb of light, a menacing sphere

as he grab his sword, a lightning struck his hand off

but he could see the book on a table

the sky is darker than it ever been

this is the time to crush the enemy

storm-thunder-lightning and frozenwinds

it's the epoch of unblessed tragedies

Trumpets of battle -battle!

trumpets of war -war! fight!

at the gates in front of the temple

the mage of chaos is casting more and more to re-enforce

Thularis: ''I need your help, Golemgorth''

as the mitgon king struck the mage with an axe

Golemgorth took the book in his hand

while azagath was still alive

but could not read simple word

hyldeon knows how to read this

earth! air! water! fire!

then azagath simply disappear

greyspirits left without master

the ghost of hyldeon was only a dream...

THE END