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.