The gauntlet is thrown. Who will pick it up?
The hoary ones
Arise and run
In chaos' full eruption,
There exists an evil band
In every land
That delights in destruction!
What seems shapeless,
Formless and faceless
Their great One is releasing!
So to enslave
Both God and knave
Their sorrows thus increasing.
Who is man
To stay the hand
Of those even the Gods can't better?
And a hero yet
Takes the bet
To break the evil's fetter!
Three lights of hope
To help you cope;
One south, in sand and wonder.
One to the east,
Defeat the beast
And tear their plan asunder!
The final light
Will mark the fight
Where you must face your fear.
Leaving the door ajar,
You travel far
And yet, you find it near.
Arise and run
In chaos' full eruption,
There exists an evil band
In every land
That delights in destruction!
What seems shapeless,
Formless and faceless
Their great One is releasing!
So to enslave
Both God and knave
Their sorrows thus increasing.
Who is man
To stay the hand
Of those even the Gods can't better?
And a hero yet
Takes the bet
To break the evil's fetter!
Three lights of hope
To help you cope;
One south, in sand and wonder.
One to the east,
Defeat the beast
And tear their plan asunder!
The final light
Will mark the fight
Where you must face your fear.
Leaving the door ajar,
You travel far
And yet, you find it near.