Violent waves break on the rocks blinding lightnings tear the clouds howling thunder shakes the skies on the darklord'black isle this lost place is a refuge for all the conspirators but the most terrific jail for the thieves of Sephiria The barracks of the fortress the first evil troups get ready to march to the elves'highlands where fly the mighty dragons Without the holy creatures nothing will stop the legion led by the necromancer against the gathering forces With the sword of the knight With the axe of the dwarf We will stand and defend our beloved magic land With the spell of the mage With the bow of the elf United we will fight united we will die