Once again the warrior
follows the mystic path.
The one once created by elves,
But endarkened by Dargor's wrath.
And so he begins the journey,
earth shaking below his feet.
He must not have a single worry,
or his horse for sure will flee.
Through no lighted way,
he must hace the quickest thoughts.
Otherwise he' ll go astray,
but he knows he' ll perish not.
Darkness is there no more,
even though he fears the worst.
Last time he saw a beast was miles ago,
So his heart and soul in flames have burst.
Back in his tower, blinking light,
Dark magician will arise.
No easy battlle he's about to fight
As Dargor is deadly as it is a blinding sunshine.
One, the other, maybe both
will for sure cease to exist.
Dargor is summonning Azeroth,
his most deadly creation, a beast.
Once again the warrior
follows the mystic path.
The one once created by elves,
But endarkened by Dargor's wrath.
Sorrow in his body, menace in his soul.
He who defeated the greatest,
Might be killed soon,
Unless his master teaches, his tests.
