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.