اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
From the western shores of Epicland
To the eastern Provence of Elnora
A battle rages on
One side for good, the other for evil
Some ally themselves with orcs, others with thieves
Soldiers marching on and on
Cities being destroyed, killing all in their way
They wish to implore Malinor's rule
To all those who do not bow
Months passes, and war reaches Elnora
The enemy breaches its walls
He gave up his kingdom for Krystan
His once long lost love had returned
When all hope seems lost, a messenger appears
Mailnor gives the order to retreat
