In the bottom of ravine Outside the dungeon they wait When to go in by silently breaking through the gate Mission will be hard But great is the reward if they don't fail If they lose the souls All their attempts were to no avail "The elf is walking out. This is our chance Into the woods he goes with Empty herb bags in his hands The road is free - let's face the flames! Yes, he's gone, but still there is the one in our way It seems to seep, so nearer we can creep to it slay
Beheaded it must be, for on its neck hangs the key to the cell We have to make haste or else we will be chased by this Krell" In the middle of the room, in cauldrons liquid boil All herbs, magic potions and spell books them will spoil Ominous steams now arise! Creeping now begins towards the sleeping eyes Swords are sinking deep, they strike until it dies Guardian is down - we'll free you, souls!!!