Dark Isle

Violent waves break on the rocks

blinding lightnings tear the clouds

howling thunder shakes the skies

on the darklord'black isle

this lost place is a refuge

for all the conspirators

but the most terrific jail

for the thieves of Sephiria

the barracks of the fortress

the first evil troups get ready

to march to the elves'highlands

where fly the mighty dragons

without the holy creatures

nothing will stop the legion

led by the necromancer

against the gathering forces

With the sword of the knight

With the axe of the dwarf

We will stand and defend our beloved magic land

With the spell of the mage

With the bow of the elf

United we will fight united we will die