Around you the sad remembrances of the blood spilled in the rocks of the valley of the Dark,
Beliefs have deceived the proper hearts of the men

The secret of the moon is something to hide lamentable fate of a people that declined
Asking for mercy to join the enemy….

The castles fall and they cannot be raised as armors, as minds that goodness erased, taken for the badness for those of incrusted heart

Nothing is so shady as the decay of a soul

You come and cries for the calmness as a pale shiny morning of spring,
The light is not for all cause they spotted the moon of hate and burned world´s benevolence

Breaking crystals and creating the sword to pull out the dark force that pollute the all village of wolves, to send it to the hell.