RhapsodyOfFire Sagas REVISED

Table of Contents
Table of Contents..........................................................................................................................................1
The Editor’s Comments on Text Formatting............................................................................................5
The Emerald Sword Saga............................................................................................................................7
Part I – Legendary Tales.........................................................................................................................9

Excerpt from Algalord Chronicles Part I........................................................................................10
Chapter I: Ira Tenax...........................................................................................................................11
Chapter II: Warrior of Ice..................................................................................................................12
Chapter III: Rage of the Winter........................................................................................................14
Chapter IV: Forest of Unicorns........................................................................................................15
Chapter V: Flames of Revenge.........................................................................................................17
Chapter VI: Virgin Skies...................................................................................................................18
Chapter VII: Land of Immortals.......................................................................................................18
Chapter VIII: Echoes of Tragedy......................................................................................................19
Chapter IX: Lord of the Thunder.....................................................................................................20
Chapter X: Legendary Tales.............................................................................................................21
Part II – Symphony of Enchanted Lands...........................................................................................23

Excerpt from Algalord Chronicles Part II.......................................................................................24
Chapter I: Epicus Furor.....................................................................................................................26
Chapter II: Emerald Sword...............................................................................................................26
Chapter III: Wisdom of the Kings....................................................................................................27
Chapter IV: Heroes of the Lost Valley............................................................................................28
Chapter V: Eternal Glory..................................................................................................................29
Chapter VI: Beyond the Gates of Infinity........................................................................................30
Chapter VII: Wings of Destiny.........................................................................................................31
Chapter VIII: The Dark Tower of Abyss.........................................................................................32
Chapter IX: Riding the Winds of Eternity.......................................................................................33
Chapter X: Symphony of Enchanted Lands...................................................................................34
Excerpt from Algalord Chronicles Part II.......................................................................................36
Part III – Dawn of Victory....................................................................................................................37

Excerpt from Algalord Chronicles Part III......................................................................................38
Chapter I: Lux Triumphans..............................................................................................................39
Chapter II: Dawn of Victory.............................................................................................................40
Chapter III: Triumph for My Magic Steel.......................................................................................41
Chapter IV: Village of Dwarves.......................................................................................................42
Chapter V: Dargor, Shadowlord of the Black Mountain..............................................................43
Chapter VI: The Bloody Rage of the Titans....................................................................................45
Chapter VII: Holy Thunderforce......................................................................................................46
Chapter VIII: Trolls in the Dark.......................................................................................................47
Chapter IX: The Last Winged Unicorn............................................................................................47
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Chapter X: The Mighty Ride of the Firelord...................................................................................48
Intermezzo – Rain of a Thousand Flames..........................................................................................53

Chapter I: Rain of a Thousand Flames............................................................................................54
Chapter II: Deadly Omen..................................................................................................................55
Chapter III: Queen of the Dark Horizons.......................................................................................55
Chapter IV: Tears of a Dying Angel................................................................................................57
Chapter V: Elnor’s Magic Valley......................................................................................................58
Chapter VI: The Poem’s Evil Page...................................................................................................58
Chapter VII: The Wizard’s Last Rhymes........................................................................................59
Part IV – Power of the Dragonflame...................................................................................................61

Excerpt from Algalord Chronicles Part IV.....................................................................................62
Chapter I: In Tenebris........................................................................................................................63
Chapter II: Knightrider of Doom.....................................................................................................63
Chapter III: Power of the Dragonflame...........................................................................................64
Chapter IV: The March of the Swordmaster..................................................................................66
Chapter V: When Demons Awake..................................................................................................67
Chapter VI: Agony Is My Name......................................................................................................69
Chapter VII: Lamento Eroico............................................................................................................71
Chapter VIII: Steelgods of the Last Apocalypse............................................................................72
Chapter IX: The Pride of the Tyrant................................................................................................73
Chapter X: Gargoyles, Angels of Darkness....................................................................................74
The Dark Secret Saga.................................................................................................................................81
Prologue – The Mystic Prophecy of the Demonknight...................................................................83

Chapter I: The Seven Black Books...................................................................................................84
Chapter II: Nekron, the Demonknight............................................................................................84
Chapter III: The Primordial Wars....................................................................................................84
Chapter IV: The White Dragon’s Order..........................................................................................85
Chapter V: Erian’s White Book........................................................................................................86
Part I – Symphony of Enchanted Lands II.........................................................................................87

Chapter I: The Dark Secret................................................................................................................88
Chapter II: Unholy Warcry...............................................................................................................89
Chapter III: Never Forgotten Heroes...............................................................................................91
Chapter IV: Elgard’s Green Valleys.................................................................................................91
Chapter V: The Magic of the Wizard’s Dream...............................................................................92
Chapter VI: Erian’s Mystical Rhymes.............................................................................................93
Chapter VII: The Last Angels’ Call..................................................................................................95
Chapter VIII: Dragonland’s Rivers..................................................................................................96
Chapter IX: Sacred Power of Raging Winds...................................................................................97
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Chapter X: Guardiani del Destino...................................................................................................98
Chapter XI: Shadows of Death.......................................................................................................100
Chapter XII: Nightfall on the Grey Mountains............................................................................101
Part II – Triumph or Agony................................................................................................................103

Chapter I: Dar-Kunor......................................................................................................................105
Chapter II: Triumph or Agony.......................................................................................................105
Chapter III: Heart of the Darklands...............................................................................................106
Chapter IV: Old Age of Wonders..................................................................................................107
Chapter V: The Myth of the Holy Sword......................................................................................108
Chapter VI: Il Canto del Vento.......................................................................................................109
Chapter VII: Silent Dream..............................................................................................................110
Chapter VIII: Bloody Red Dungeons.............................................................................................111
Chapter IX: Son of Pain...................................................................................................................112
Chapter X: The Mystic Prophecy of the Demonknight...............................................................113
Chapter XI: Dark Reign of Fire.......................................................................................................118
Part III – The Frozen Tears of Angels...............................................................................................121

Chapter I: Dark, Frozen World......................................................................................................124
Chapter II: Sea of Fate.....................................................................................................................124
Chapter III: Crystal Moonlight.......................................................................................................125
Chapter IV: Reign of Terror............................................................................................................126
Chapter V: Danza di Fuoco e Ghiaccio.........................................................................................128
Chapter VI: Raging Starfire............................................................................................................130
Chapter VII: Lost in Cold Dreams.................................................................................................131
Chapter VIII: On the Way to Ainor...............................................................................................132
Chapter IX: The Frozen Tears of Angels.......................................................................................133
Part IV – The Cold Embrace of Fear: A Dark Romantic Symphony............................................137

Chapter I: The Pass of Nair-Kaan..................................................................................................138
Chapter II: Dark, Mystic Vision.....................................................................................................138
Chapter III: The Ancient Fires of Har-Kuun.................................................................................139
Chapter IV: The Betrayal................................................................................................................142
Chapter V: Neve Rosso Sangue......................................................................................................143
Chapter VI: Erian’s Lost Secrets.....................................................................................................143
Chapter VII: The Angels’ Dark Revelation...................................................................................145
Part V – From Chaos to Eternity........................................................................................................147

Chapter I: Ad Infinitum..................................................................................................................149
Chapter II: From Chaos to Eternity...............................................................................................149
Chapter III: Tempesta di Fuoco......................................................................................................151
Chapter IV: Ghosts of Forgotten Worlds......................................................................................152
Chapter V: Anima Perduta.............................................................................................................153
Chapter VI: Aeons of Raging Darkness........................................................................................154
Chapter VII: I Belong to the Stars..................................................................................................155
Chapter VIII: Tornado.....................................................................................................................157
Chapter IX: Heroes of the Waterfalls’ Kingdom..........................................................................159
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Appendices................................................................................................................................................169
Appendix A: Historical Events of the Known World....................................................................170

Ancient History, Myths and Legends...........................................................................................170
Old History.......................................................................................................................................171
Recent History..................................................................................................................................172
Appendix B: Additional Lyrics Related to the Sagas.....................................................................173

Rage of the Winter (Symphonic)....................................................................................................173
Where Dragons Fly..........................................................................................................................174
Dargor, Shadowlord of the Black Mountain (Extended)............................................................175
Rise from the Sea of Flames............................................................................................................177
Age of the Red Moon......................................................................................................................178
Labyrinth of Madness.....................................................................................................................179
Immortal, New Reign......................................................................................................................179
Appendix C: Translations of Lyrics..................................................................................................180
Appendix D-1: Maps of the Enchanted Lands................................................................................197
Appendix D-2: Map of the Northern Realms..................................................................................198
Appendix D-3: Map of the Known World.......................................................................................199
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The Editor’s Comments on Text Formatting
In order to preserve the awareness of the reader on what kind of text he/she is reading, I
needed to come up with particular styles, or „formatting rules”; these may ensure the correct
identification of distinct texts found in the document. Here I explain the most important ones:
➢ The texts of the songs (or rather poems in this document) and the titles of their parts are
always aligned in the center, and written with the Quintessential font. Prose-like texts are
justified, and written with Palatino Linotype (the one that I use here too).
➢ The songs’ choruses are written with CAPITALS.
➢ All texts (either prose or poem) that were voice-recorded and thus can be heard while
listening to the albums are written with italics. Those that cannot, so that which only appear
within the booklets, are written with normal, straight letters.
➢ All stanzas of the poems appear in their entirety, so none of them are split into two as a
possible result of page breaks.
➢ Dialogues/monologues which are spoken from outside of, or were spoken earlier to the
actual scene (so either something said by the narrator or something said in the past, relative
to the present time of the song) are inserted between these quotation marks: „ ” (e.g. in the
songs Symphony of Enchanted Lands or The Dark Secret). Those that are being spoken
presently don’t have these marks (e.g. in the songs Elgard’s Green Valleys or The Pass of Nair-
Kaan).
➢ The same quotation marks („ ”) were used when a character is singing his/her speech; that
is, when the speech is in a poem-like form (e.g. in the songs Lord of the Thunder or The Magic
of the Wizard’s Dream).
➢ Second-level quotes are indicated with double-arrows facing to each other, like this: „Here
comes a »second-level quote« inside a first-level one” (e.g. in the song Son of Pain).
(like this)
➢ A superscript in brackets indicates that a translation can be found for the preceding
text in Appendix C; the number in the brackets is the serial number of the translation. In
cases where whole songs or whole parts of songs are translated, the superscripts are always
placed right after the song/part titles (e.g. in the songs Ira Tenax or The Dark Secret). In
Appendix C, on the right side of the translations, are page numbers which are the backlinks
to where the translations’ original texts can be found. These superscripts and page numbers
are interlinked and are clickable in the digital document.
➢ A superscript without brackets like this indicates a general footnote.
Most of these formatting styles I’ve made up can greatly be studied when reading the texts
of the song Heroes of the Waterfalls’ Kingdom, in which most of them appear; however, that is the last
chapter of the Dark Secret Saga, the very ending of these epic chronicles. I think it is more suitable
to start at the beginning... shall we? Let so the world of Luca Turilli, Alex Staropoli, and Fabio
Lione unfold before you!
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The Emerald Sword
Saga
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Part I – Legendary Tales
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Excerpt from Algalord Chronicles Part I
Chaos, fire, and blood... rivers of blood! A long time ago the lands surrounding Algalord
lived through the worst moment in their history: the deeply despised Times of Darkness... times of
bloody battles between the forces of the Holy Alliance and the hellish army of the bastard known
as the Black King. In the name of Kron, the cruel and ancient god of war, he crossed the dark
mountains with a precise goal: the conquest of Algalord, the holy citadel of Enchanted Lands,
ancient keeper of the secret... the secret of the holy Emerald Sword, the powerful weapon of
positive force, the decider of destinies of wars and ensurer of peace...
In that dramatic moment a fundamental decision was taken: thanks to the Wisdom of the
Kings the alliance was created. Four brave kings decided to unite their forces to create the
mightiest army in living memory. Algalord, Irengard, Elgard and Ancelot, all united under the
command of Harold the Brave. And this meant the victory, the triumph of Light on the forces of
Abyss...
Now, after times of peace and prosperity the nightmare is back and worse than ever before!
Algalord is under threat again... in the northern regions the blood of the innocent is already
flowing and the pains of torture and rape is splitting the skies...
There’s only one hope left to save the beloved lands: the three Keys of Wisdom on the road
to the Ivory Gates. The prophecy is clear: only a warrior of ice with a pure heart will be able to
open the Gates, located somewhere in the Lands of Chaos and, if he is strong enough to defeat the
ancestral guardian, will have the honour of handling the mighty Sword and leading the valorous
men in an epic crusade for salvation of Enchanted Lands...
Many warriors tried to reach the legendary Ivory Gates but nobody knows what happened
to them because they never returned. Now it is your turn, brave warrior, but remember: to reach
the three Keys, you have to face the mirror of your sins. So pray that the cold winter will freeze
your dark side making your heart pure as ice, or the Emerald Sword will be unreachable once
again...
Go now, the way to the Middle Plains is long and time is short. Go and fight for the
triumph of peace and love over all...
The story still has to be written...
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Chapter I: Ira Tenax (1)
Male sit tibi, Tenebrarum rex,

Ab initio ad finem sacra ultio;
Cruenta pugna et epicus furor
Contra Mali discipulos.
AD PERPETUAM GLORIAM LUCIS

FUROR, IRA TENAX!
CONTRA INIURIAM ET RUINAM
RABIES, IRA TENAX!
Male sit tibi, Tenebrarum rex,

Cruentus rex!
Throughout all the Enchanted Lands there reechoes the mighty cry of war against the evil
forces of Abyss, returning once again from the Darklands to conquer Algalord and its surrounding
lands. The threat of a terrible war is again present, this time worse than before, but the brave
brothers of the holy lands are ready to give their life to stop the madness and the thirst for blood of
the hellish hordes, led by the cruel king Akron.
The army of Abyss is attacking the holy lands from two strategic points. One part, under
the command of the Black Prince, successfully crossed the Middle Mountains and the people of
Ancelot are already bewailing thousands of fallen innocents, while another part is marching
through the Lands of Chaos, although fortunately still far enough from the dusty villages of the
Middle Plains. In the meantime the Algalord’s Council of the Kings decides the best strategies to
face this dramatic situation...
Harold III of Algalord, Argon IV of Elgard and Eric, king of Elnor, decide to reconstitute
the Alliance of Enchanted Lands, as their fathers had done an age ago, to succeed in stopping the
Black King’s offensive.
The council takes another fundamental decision: the time has finally come to call upon the
ancient secret of the Emerald Sword. The prophetic pages of the legendary Holy Book is quite
clear: „...a brave warrior should search for the three Keys of Wisdom and open the magic Ivory
Gates located somewhere in the Lands of Chaos. Only by doing so would he be able to enter the
Holy Kingdom, where the Emerald Sword is hidden.”
The fate of other valorous heroes who tried to reach the Ivory Gates in the past is unknown
– they never returned. But now the situation is desperate and the council decides to make the
attempt once again. But who would have a chance to complete this terrible search?
The choice is simple because the old, wise Harold has no doubts: the mighty warrior of
nordic blood is one of the most valorous fighters of the Enchanted Lands, the only one capable of
being successful where others failed.
His destiny is so decided. A messenger rides to distant Loregard: the Son of Ice is called
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immediately by the council and, proud to have been chosen by his wise kings, he soon leaves his
green valleys. On the way the warrior will have also the second task of leading some troops of
Irengard to Algalord to reinforce the alliance.
And so the legend begins...
Chapter II: Warrior of Ice
Demons of Abyss, wait for my pride,

On wings of glory I’ll fly brave and wild,
I’ll stop your madness, your thirst for blood
To bring them peace where love must reign.
A while ago the elder told dark will fall again,

My land will see the light no more, my beloved Algalord;
My horse, run wild, the beast is back to conquer my reign,
The sea, the hills, rivers and lakes call my holy name.
Fight your holy war, raise your mighty sword and ride,
You’re the chosen, face the Evil, Son of holy Ice!
MIGHTY WARRIOR, FOR PEACE AND LOVE,

FOR THE LEGEND RIDE AGAIN,
FROM THE HILLS TO THE SEA OF GOLD
MY LAND MUST BE FREE!
I cross the forest of the elves while my heart pounds fast,

Sky is grey, wind no more, time has stopped its race;
My horse, run wild, the beast is back to conquer my reign,
The sea, the hills, rivers and lakes call my holy name.
Fight your holy war, raise your mighty sword and ride,
You’re the chosen, face the Evil, Son of holy Ice!

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March to Hell, Irengard brothers,
Together we’ll face the flames fearless and brave,
And on the grass where blood we’ll shed
Flowers of real hope will bud again.
Now, leave your castles, united we’ll be strong,

I’ll lead you to this holy war to save all our thrones,
To give our people the joy to be free,
To see our beloved sun shine again.

The army of Enchanted Lands has to be prepared to face the enemy as soon as possible. All
the towns of the holy kingdoms are sending their troops to Algalord to reinforce it. In the
meantime, after a long ride in a land that now reeks of war, the chosen one finally reaches the
mystic Irengard. There he receives from the old king, Arius the Tolerant, the command of some of
the town’s troops ready to serve the cause of Enchanted Lands.
Finally the Algalord’s hills offer an incredible spectacle... the Holy Alliance, the mighty
army of Enchanted Lands, is alive once again and is waiting proudly for the will of its kings. These
decide the best strategy for the offensive.
The Warrior of Ice receives the task of leading a part of the army to Ancelot, passing
through the regions of the unicorns. There he will consign its troops to Arwald, hero of the Middle
Lands, now engaged in the defence of the unfortunate citadel.
In that moment he will have to leave the battlefield and ride to nearby Elgard where he’ll
meet the old wizard Aresius, one of the keepers of the ancient secret of the Ivory Gates. Only then,
with his help, can the search for the three Keys of Wisdom begin.
Now is time to leave Algalord... heartrending cries of women and children beseech their
men... but it really is time to ride...
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Chapter III: Rage of the Winter
Cold is the winter, snow falls down,

Mystical lights dance in the sky to the winds of night,
Spell of the nature, fill all my soul,
Kiss with your wonderful song my land with love!
RAGE OF THE WINTER, MOULD THE HORIZON,

COVER THE MOUNTAINS, FORESTS AND LAKES!
RAGE OF THE WINTER, MAGICAL WONDER,
ENCHANTED FURY, MAJESTIC FORCE!
There are no words to describe the poetry of landscape,

I can receive all the magic that my season gives,
Tears of winter falling on me freezing my dark side,
My heart must be white and pure like ice.

Cold is the winter, snow falls down,

Mystical lights dance in the sky to the winds of night,
Spell of the nature, cross my heart, fill all my soul,
Kiss with your wonderful song my land with love!

Crossing the hills of Algalord, the wind begins to blow whilst the falling snow caresses the
now visible valleys of unicorns.
The mighty warriors and its soldiers admire the wonderful landscapes knowing once again
that for many of them this will be the last time... whilst the winds of night begin blowing stronger
and the fury of winter screams its rage, the valorous troops finally reach the southern side of the
Middle Forests. The difficulty of the journey is recompensed by what the horizon offers the eyes...
Now is the time to sleep and the villages of the holy valley offer the best solution for letting
the horses rest. Ancient dances welcome the tired soldiers, and makeshift jesters do their best to
lower the general tension that inevitably fills the air. The Warrior of Ice is restless and he decides to
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fulfill a strong desire that he has felt for a long time.
The place where the father of the father of his father fought for the freedom of the
Enchanted Lands is not far away and the opportunity is unique: the chance to reach the mythical
Forest of Unicorns, the forest that inspired numerous legends and where the Wisdom of the Kings
prevailed in a long, bloody battle against the unrestrained violence of the Black King’s hordes.
So our hero leaves the village and begins riding through the long valley, which ends where
the Middle Forests begins. Darkness is all around and the atmosphere is spectral but suddenly the
flowing waters of the holy river announce that the magic forest is close at hand.
The warrior’s heart begins pounding faster...
Chapter IV: Forest of Unicorns
Run, holy beloved horse

On this peaceful day,
Through these valleys kissed by light,
Where peace is so rare.
So hardy trees, let me hear your words

About those memories,
Please, tell me all about our hold
And epic battles they won.
BEWARE OF UNHOLY FIRE,

MY GUARDIAN OF THE TREES,
THEIR FLAMES CAN’T BURN THE MEMORY,
THE WISDOM OF THE KINGS.
THE SECRETS OF THIS FOREST,

THE RIDE OF UNICORNS
ARE TREASURES OF THESE VALLEYS
WHERE FREEDOM HAS ITS THRONE,
WHERE LOVE MUST REIGN ETERNALLY
AVOIDING ACTS OF WAR.
We must have all their valour

To defend these lands,
Or the sun in these valleys
Will not shine again.
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BEWARE OF UNHOLY FIRE,
MY GUARDIAN OF THE TREES,
THEIR FLAMES CAN’T BURN THE MEMORY,
THE SECRETS OF THIS FOREST,

THE RIDE OF UNICORNS
ARE TREASURES OF THESE VALLEYS
WHERE FREEDOM HAS ITS THRONE,
WHERE LOVE MUST REIGN ETERNALLY
AVOIDING ACTS OF WAR.
The forest is finally ahead of him and what the nordic fighter feels inside is indescribable. A
mystical light allows to see a large part of the forest whilst the whispers of nightfall reach it,
murmuring wise words. A strange but also a sense of extreme well-being is all around. The spell
goes on and the warrior decides to remain in that magic place all the night. He sits at the foot of a
tall tree and soon the reign of dream opens its gates to him.
Echoes of ancient battles fought by the old ones cross his mind before the first light of
dawn, when a sudden noise awakes the fighter... and in that moment it appears in all its
splendour: the white unicorn galloping on the other side of the hill offers a unique spectacle, one
witnessed by only very few lucky people.
The warrior remains spellbound by the beauty of the forest bathed in the first light of the
rising sun. And he immediately begins praying to those proud trees, silent witnesses of past
glorious times, to receive from them the strength of the ancient memories: memories of epic battles
and epic victories for the army of Enchanted Lands.
The blood of countless soldiers flowed on this grass to defend the forests, rivers, lakes,
valleys and mountains... and their sacrifice gave these regions peace for an entire age. But this time
the evil forces of Abyss are stronger than ever and this peaceful day could be one of the last...
It is difficult to leave this wonderful place but the sun is now high in the sky and in the
holy valley the soldiers are waking; the march to Ancelot must go on...
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Chapter V: Flames of Revenge
My princess, why must I

Assist at your death...
I can’t endure this tragic pain.
Now I close your eyes
While thunder strikes the sky,
I cry to see the innocent die.
Brothers, I’m ready, the ride can begin,

For you I must win!
Now the time has come,

Farewell my dear, old friends,
Ancelot is calling for my help.
From the sun of Elgard
To the Middle Plains,
For salvation of Enchanted Lands!
I’m looking forward to avenge all those killed,

To be face to face!
FIRE AND STEEL

FOLLOW ME THROUGH MY LANDS,
YOU WILL BURN, HORDES OF HELL,
IN THE DEADLY RAGING FLAMES OF REVENGE!
Come out from your Abyss,

Her tears seek revenge,
For this cruel tragedy
Flames are burning high.
Brothers, I’m ready, the ride can begin,

For you I must win!
FIRE AND STEEL

FOLLOW ME THROUGH MY LANDS,
YOU WILL BURN, HORDES OF HELL,
IN THE DEADLY RAGING FLAMES OF REVENGE!
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When the holy army finally reaches the White Valley of Heroes, Ancelot’s tragic sight
greets their eyes. In the citadel the victims are countless... and this increases the thirst for revenge
of the brave warrior and his soldiers.
Chapter VI: Virgin Skies
(Instrumental)
Consigning his troops to Arwald of Ancelot, the mighty warrior begins his long ride to the
green valleys of Elgard, the wonderful town where his search for the three Keys of Wisdom will
begin. The journey is difficult but when the first blades of grass come into view on the horizon the
warrior is unable to constrain his emotions. Soon the sun warms his body and the blue sky gives
him magical sensations.
Chapter VII: Land of Immortals
Hear the silence of the winds making your own destiny,

Go and face the mirror of their sin,
Only brave hearts found the way breaking all the dragon’s spell,
Cross the Argon’s Glade with heart in hand.
LAND OF IMMORTALS, I WAIT FOR MY DAY

TO REACH THE WISDOM OF YOUR SKIES,
LAND OF IMMORTALS, YOU MUST BELONG TO ME
FROM HERE TO ETERNITY!
And between Elgard’s hills, near the ancient Ruins of Kron,

You will face the trick of the old dwarf;
To obtain the second key you have to cross the bloody sea,
Where the thirst of Tharos never ends.

LAND OF IMMORTALS, YOU MUST BELONG TO ME,
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Holy force of Wisdom, spread through all the air,
I shall breathe you forever to end this epic, holy quest,
My way will be hard, but I would do all to reach the
Valleys where true heroes ride, beyond the Ivory Gates.

LAND OF IMMORTALS, YOU MUST BELONG TO ME
The green Elgard makes its appearance in all its beauty. Here the little peaceful town gives
the warrior a fantastic welcome. Receiving full honours, he meets the mighty wizard Aresius. The
following day he will lead the chosen one to the dusty Argon’s Glade where the search for the
Keys will begin. This mystical journey will be full of obstacles and the braveheart will also have to
challenge his deepest fears before facing unsolvable enigmas and ancestral creatures of Darkness.
And when his time comes... the Land of Immortals, the Heaven of Heroes, will be finally his.
Chapter VIII: Echoes of Tragedy
Where sun creates shadow’s games,

Where tragic echoes speak of death... why, Lord, why?
Between the ruins, through lakes of holy blood
I walk in tears for my wasted land.
ECHOES OF TRAGEDY CARVED ON MY STEEL

IN THIS NEVERENDING FIGHT AGAINST THE BEAST,
SOLDIERS OF TWILIGHT, TURN BACK TO HELL,
BURN IN YOUR FIRE OR GLORY FOR ME WILL BE YOUR END.
Mothers and children embraced in blood,

Torture and rape will leave their sign,
After the sorrow I call the holy rage,
Burn in my heart now, flames of blind hate.
ECHOES OF TRAGEDY CARVED ON MY STEEL

IN THIS NEVERENDING FIGHT AGAINST THE BEAST,
SOLDIERS OF TWILIGHT, TURN BACK TO HELL,
BURN IN YOUR FIRE OR GLORY FOR ME WILL BE YOUR END.
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The search will soon begin whilst the tragic vision of Ancelot is still alive in the warrior’s
mind. But the echoes of this cruel tragedy are now carved on his steel and the holy blood of the
fallen innocents calls for revenge.
Chapter IX: Lord of the Thunder
Born in the time of Darkness and Evil, under the sign of God,
Glory’s my mother, fire’s my brother, sword my only law,
Into the land of chaos and hate, there is no place for me,
And for the conquest of justice and honour I will use my steel.
Holy flame, burn again for eternity,

Burn my heart to win –
The holy war is awaiting
Another fiery king.
Rage in my heart, crossing the forest riding my black horse,

Across the valley, along the river, where the hot blood flows,
Over the lakes and over the hills I follow the call of the wind,
Uphold the legend and for my princess I will fight and win.
Holy flame, burn again for eternity,

Burn my heart to win –
The holy war is awaiting
Another fiery king.
„LORD OF THE THUNDER, PLEASE BE MY GUIDE

BEFORE AND AFTER MY LAST RIDE,
I’LL BE YOUR SOLDIER SERVING THE LIGHT,
RIDING FOREVER ALIVE AND PROUD!”
Waiting for the night the mighty warrior rides around Elgard to calm his thoughts.
Suddenly, on the return journey, echoes of a distant thunder reach his ears and the wind begins
blowing wildly. Adrenalin fills his veins and, raising his sword to the sky, the hero recites his
prayer.
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Chapter X: Legendary Tales
And darkness covers all the land,

The silent river flows,
The jesters dance around the flame
Playing an ancient song.
A song of mighty warriors,

Of epic bloody fights,
While moonlight meets the manor’s walls,
And I must close my eyes.
ANOTHER TALE OF INFINITE WARS

FOR THE DEFENDERS OF HOLY LIGHT...
THE FIRE ENTERS MY MIND
– THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENTS BEFORE MY EYES –
SPREADING THE WINGS OF THE DREAM:
I WANT TO WIN BETWEEN FIRE AND STEEL
FOR THEM ALL!
Some knights sleep near fire,

Drowned in their own red wine,
The elder looks at the high flame,
Knowing, the fight will reprise.
The magic twittering of the birds

Meets the light of dawn,
The ancient song is fading now,
But my old dream carries on.
ANOTHER TALE OF INFINITE WARS

FOR THE DEFENDERS OF HOLY LIGHT...
THE FIRE ENTERS MY MIND
– THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENTS BEFORE MY EYES –
SPREADING THE WINGS OF THE DREAM:
I WANT TO WIN BETWEEN FIRE AND STEEL
FOR THEM ALL!
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Night falls and in the forest near the castle’s walls the people of Elgard are celebrating
another day of peace. The jesters sing about the legendary old battles against the Black King. The
knights sing and toast to the warrior, now ready to face the unknown. Soon he falls asleep and, in
the last peaceful night, the nordic hero’s dreams are dreams full of tragedy and sadness, where the
blood of innocents never stops flowing and the will of revenge is more alive than ever.
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Part II – Symphony of Enchanted
Lands
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Excerpt from Algalord Chronicles Part II
What is told between these pages destined to memories was written by the wise old hand
of Aresius of Elgard, witness before God of another incredible epic deed. I will tell you about the
brave warrior of Loregard, the Son of holy Ice, and his search for the legendary Emerald Sword,
the powerful weapon of positive force, the decider of destinies of wars and ensurer of peace, the
last hope for the salvation of the Enchanted Lands... As most of you all already know, this fantastic
weapon is hidden beyond the Ivory Gates located somewhere in the Lands of Chaos, and to open
these magic portals the hero needs first to find the three magic Keys of Wisdom...
The Three Keys of Wisdom
And time had come... at the first light of dawn we were already far from the green Elgard
and soon the dusty Argon’s Glade and the hills, where the old dwarf lived together with the secret
of the Keys, made their appearance. The challenge soon began... the challenge between the warrior
and his deepest fears, reflected in the magic Mirror of Shadows. But in the end, thanks to his moral
integrity, he was able to defeat the risk of madness, thus obtaining the desired price: the first Key
of Wisdom and with it all the clues to continue on this incredible quest.
In fact, now, a second, more demanding challenge awaited the warrior: the one with
Tharos, the bloody dragon, keeper of the second key, hidden somewhere amongst the Marshes of
Chaos. The fight was terrifying, but in the end the power of the Northern Lands’ hero prevailed
over the agility of the enemy. The warrior had the chance of mortally wounding the fallen dragon
but he didn’t do so, sparing his life... in that moment the incredible happened... and suddenly all
was clear! Tharos was under a spell and finally it was broken.
For a long time he was condemned to fight against valorous knights searching for the
second key... sometimes he killed them, a few times he had himself been killed by the strongest
ones... but this time all was different. The warrior he had before him had spared his life and so
Tharos understood he was the chosen one... the prophecy had spoken the truth, and Tharos was
finally able to spread his wings wide to reach the furthest horizon. But before doing so he gave the
second key to the Son of Ice and told him how to reach the mystical altar which held the secret of
Ikaren and which was located on the border between the Middle Forests and the southern side of
the Lands of Chaos. There he could find the last key necessary to open the Ivory Gates...
The Legend of Ikaren
The legend of Ikaren was known by all in the Enchanted Lands: it was a magic object that,
when inserted in a chink of the altar, would show the direction for reaching the holy Gates... After
crossing the Forgotten Valleys we finally reached the Middle Forests and then the Desert of
Chaos... soon also the dusty altar made its appearance. But when we were there, we didn’t find the
answers we were searching for immediately... and when all seemed lost, the skies helped us...
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The two Keys of Wisdom fell from the hand of the warrior and landed in a particular
position... and he finally understood: one of the Keys could be connected to the other and the
resulting object was just the mystical Ikaren: my God, the secret of the Ancients was finally
revealed. The warrior immediately inserted the object into the chink in the altar and soon, with the
help of morning light, the miracle happened...
Another part of the story was ready to be written... and this time, we hope, not with the
blood of another hero...
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Chapter I: Epicus Furor (2)
Epicus furor... epicus furor...

Quae mala venientia metuuntur,
Eadem afficiunt aegritudine instantia.
Chapter II: Emerald Sword
I crossed the valleys, the dust of Midlands

To search for the third Key to open the Gates,
Now I’m near the altar, the secret inside,
As legend told, my beloved sun, light the dragons’ eyes.
On the way to the glory I’ll honour my sword

To serve right ideals and justice for all!
Finally happened, the sun lit their eyes,

The spell was creating strange games of light,
Thanks to hidden mirrors I found my lost way,
Over the stones I reached a place, it was a secret cave.
In a long, bloody battle that prophecies told

The Light will prevail, hence Wisdom is gold!
FOR THE KING, FOR THE LAND, FOR THE MOUNTAINS,

FOR THE GREEN VALLEYS WHERE DRAGONS FLY,
FOR THE GLORY, THE POWER TO WIN THE BLACK LORD
I WILL SEARCH FOR THE EMERALD SWORD!
Only a warrior with a clear heart

Could have the honour to be kissed by the sun;
Yes, I am that warrior, I followed my way,
Led by the force of Cosmic Soul I can reach the Sword.
On the way to the glory I’ll honour my sword

To serve right ideals and justice for all!
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FOR THE KING, FOR THE LAND, FOR THE MOUNTAINS,
FOR THE GREEN VALLEYS WHERE DRAGONS FLY,
FOR THE GLORY, THE POWER TO WIN THE BLACK LORD
I WILL SEARCH FOR THE EMERALD SWORD!
Three stone dragons surrounded the altar, and when the sun shone on their eyes, a ray of
light shining from each of them reached the Ikaren on the altar, creating an incredible display of
light...
Hidden mirrors diverted the ray of sunlight at least five times, bringing it to rest on a spot
between some of the many rocks surrounding us. We felt our goal was really near but nobody
could imagine what was soon to happen...
Chapter III: Wisdom of the Kings
Removed the stones which hide the cave,

Blind and dark along my way,
I must go on wise and brave
Before a last hail.
At the end of floor

Stairs of ancient stone
Lead me to a vision, an unreal hall.
And they appear in front of me

Lightened by a mystic flame,
A new dimension I have to face
Beyond the Gates.
I cannot believe,
Oh, what now I see,
When the two demons awake from the sleep.
HOLY DRAGONS, KEEPERS OF TIME

RIDE BRAVE THE BLUE SKIES AND SPELL MY EYES,
FLY BEYOND THESE HILLS, RIDE ON THE WIND,
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Lost in a dream I’m under the spell
Of this sunny magic land,
But Aresius said „Become aware!
All can hide the Hell...”
Now it’s time to go

To the mighty Sword,
It’s time to follow the kings’ holy call.
HOLY DRAGONS, KEEPERS OF TIME

RIDE BRAVE THE BLUE SKIES AND SPELL MY EYES,
FLY BEYOND THESE HILLS, RIDE ON THE WIND,
The stones indicated by the ray of light hide a secret passage. The warrior greets Aresius
and crosses it reaching an ancient hall. He can’t believe what he sees in front of him... yes, the
legendary Ivory Gates... he opens them with the holy Keys and a wonderful land appears in all its
beauty... enchanted valleys, rivers, lakes and a lonely path that winds along the hill and disappears
into the undergrowth... Somewhere there, the magic Emerald Sword is hidden... the search for it
finally begins...
Chapter IV: Heroes of the Lost Valley
Part I: Entering the Waterfalls’ Realm
(Instrumental)
Part II: The Dragon’s Pride
„Yes, mighty warrior... what you hear now are the suffering voices of all the heroes that crossed these
lands before you. They ended their quest tragically, but their thirst for victory is still alive, and breathes
through these ancient rocks corroded by the fury of the wind. Their pride now rides with you...”
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Chapter V: Eternal Glory
Echoes of terror in this old land,

I see the result of their quest,
Skulls of old heroes lie everywhere
In this mystical place,
Dust in their eyes, dust on my pride
In this infinite journey to the ancient Sword.
I can hear their lament between these rocks,

The whisper of an angry ghost,
He speaks for them all trapped in this lost world,
I am their very last hope
To ride from Hell free once again,
To break the chains from a bloody past for my victory.
ETERNAL GLORY, RIDE FAST TO ME,

POUND IN MY HEART FOR THE ALGALORD KINGS,
ETERNAL GLORY, SPREAD YOUR WIDE WINGS,
FLY AND FOREVER LEAD MY HOLY STEEL!
I’ll fight, I’ll cry for your silence, your name,

You’ll live through me, I will end all your pain,
For the swan in the lake, the bird on the tree,
The peace for my beloved lands.
The Black King is near and Algalord calls,
So heroes of the Lost Valley, raise all your voice!
ETERNAL GLORY, RIDE FAST TO ME,

POUND IN MY HEART FOR THE ALGALORD KINGS,
ETERNAL GLORY, SPREAD YOUR WIDE WINGS,
FLY AND FOREVER LEAD MY HOLY STEEL!
The path crosses in front of a mystical forest and immediately after an area rich in
wonderful waterfalls... a real joy for the eyes... finally the warrior reaches a desert. Sinister voices
reach his ears, the voices of mighty warriors that tried to reach the Sword and whose quest ended
in tragedy... but their spirit will live again and will now ride with the hero of Northern Lands...
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Chapter VI: Beyond the Gates of Infinity
Fire of Wisdom, light the sky,

Let me go on through this dark, evil ground,
A veil of fog now covers all,
Something is happening, my heart must be strong;
Keep away, monsters of Hell,
No, I won’t give you my inviting flesh!
Deformed creatures all around me,

Crept out from ancient and unholy crypts,
They’ll be your madness, they’ll be your end,
They’ll lick your bones and they’ll drink your brain;
Keep away, monsters of Hell,
No, I won’t give you my inviting flesh!
„Your tongue will be torn, your bowels my food,

Your body impaled, of shit will be full,
Now, foolish warrior, hear my words:
YOU ARE CONDEMNED, AND YOU WILL COME WITH US ALL
BEYOND THE GATES OF INFINITY.”
I’m the mighty warrior, hero of the Northern Lands,

Algalord is calling, so your Hell must wait!
„Your tongue will be torn, your bowels my food,

Your body impaled, of shit will be full,
Now, foolish warrior, hear my words:
YOU ARE CONDEMNED, AND YOU WILL COME WITH US ALL
BEYOND THE GATES OF INFINITY.”
The warrior reaches a marshy land where a cold, deadly wind blows threateningly... and
suddenly the nightmare becomes reality... the dead come out from ancient crypts and a terrific
fight begins... Hell is prevailing over the power of the hero but in the end the skies help him once
again...
Tharos, the mighty dragon, comes and saves the chosen one... thanks, noble dragon, thanks
in the name of all the Enchanted Lands... the Warrior of Ice had broken the spell and now Tharos,
to repay him, was offering his wide wings to lead him to the legendary Sword...
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Chapter VII: Wings of Destiny
Day has gone, but I’m still here with you,

My sweet rose, my green hills,
Beloved sea, lakes and sky,
Beloved Mother Earth;
Silent land, erase my thoughts,

I wanna lose myself in you, all in you,
Caress me and my soul
While I close my eyes....
ON WINGS OF DESTINY,
THROUGH VIRGIN SKIES,
TO FAR HORIZONS I WILL FLY.
Dear peaceful land, dear Mother Earth,

Caress my soul while I close my eyes...
ON WINGS OF DESTINY,
THROUGH VIRGIN SKIES,
TO FAR HORIZONS I WILL FLY.
The flight with Tharos is incredible... strong sensations and indescribable emotions... the
wind in his hair, the green valleys below... no, this wouldn’t be the last time the hero would see
this spectacle of nature... on the wings of destiny the goal is now nearer...
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Chapter VIII: The Dark Tower of Abyss
Spread your wings to dark horizons,

Fly where the twilight reigns,
Mighty Tharos, cross the line of
Hell, it’s so near.
LOST IN THE SHADOW I SEARCH FOR MY SUN,

FLY AND FACE IT BEFORE THE NEW MOON,
THERE, WHERE CHAOS RULES.
Domine, deterges nubila caelo,

Bellator a proposito non deterreres, (3)
Unholy vision, ancestral terror,
Spare my mind on innocent eyes.
„...and suddenly the unreal silence is broken by a lament... a lament coming up from the deepest,
darkest Abyss... and from the seven gates of the Dark Fortress the dead come back to life to face him... this is
Hell...”
Immortal fire, now light my heart,

Light my way, face the old legend,
The guardian of space and time.
Living dead on black, winged demons

Fly high to play with your head,
Gothic portals, mystic towers
Between the dark clouds.
LOST IN THE SHADOW I SEARCH FOR MY SUN,

FLY AND FACE IT BEFORE THE NEW MOON,
THERE, WHERE CHAOS RULES.
But soon the landscape changes... the clouds became darker... the rivers red like blood...
mystical fog surrounds all... and it appears in all his gothic splendour... yes, it... what Tharos calls
the Fortress of Abyss. He also reveals that according to the prophecy the legendary Emerald
Sword could be hidden there, in the highest tower of the fortress, kept by the ancestral guardian...
So they fly to it but suddenly a myriad of winged demons appear in the sky and the
situation becomes more than difficult...
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Chapter IX: Riding the Winds of Eternity
Wise and mighty you are, force of the earth,

Fierce becomes the sea at your command;
Winds of the south, winds of the north,
Let me hear your call,
Blow on my heart filling my soul,
Give me the force of the storm!
For all of the time I will ride, be my guide,

I will follow your sign for a just life;
Winds of the south, winds of the north,
Let me hear your call,
Blow on my heart filling my soul,
Give me the force of the storm!
RIDING THE HOLY WINDS, WINDS OF ETERNITY,

I’LL FIGHT YOU FOREVER, NIGHTMARE’S SONS!
The hero lets himself fall on the tower while Tharos continues fighting the hellish winged
creatures... he opens a trapdoor and finds himself in a giant hall... oh, my God, it is there,
surrounded by a magic green light... the Emerald Sword... but when the warrior touches it all the
Hell seems to rise from the deepest Abyss... inhuman cries split the skies and it appears... the
ancestral guardian, a monstrous creature that eyes can’t describe...
The fight on the tower is furious and when the creature is near victory he comes back once
again... yes, the mighty Tharos throws himself on the monster... the impact is incredible... but it has
given the hero the time to pick up the Sword and to hit the guardian...
Suddenly rays of sunlight break the darkness and reach the towers... everything begins to
quake... and the two heroes realise that is better to fly away... and, while they ride on the winds of
eternity to reach their beloved lands, everything behind them crashes in the Abyss...
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Chapter X: Symphony of Enchanted Lands
Part I: Tharos’ Last Flight
„Oh, cruel destiny... the tears soon covered the warrior’s face and Tharos, the beloved dragon spread
his wings for the last time, happy to have found the freedom at least in death... Fly... fly high, mighty
Tharos... your name will always be remembered by the people of the Enchanted Lands... and your memory
will march with us forever against the hordes of the Black Lord for the salvation of the Enchanted Lands.
Goodbye, brother... goodbye...!”
Part II: The Hymn of the Warrior
God of Dawn, Father of Thunder,

Lord of the Wind now blowing on me,
Thank you for all, for your holy sign,
For mountains and hills, the forest, the sea...
For all those dead and for my princess
They’ll shed their blood, ‘cause finally
The Emerald Sword is now mine!
Part III: Rex Tremende
For what you did to them,

You will burn in my hate!
Son of Hell, betrayer of Light,

King of the Dark, your name is carved on my steel,
For your will the innocent die every day,
But my Sword will soon come for you all
And your kingdom will fall
And you’ll be dust again forever!
REX TREMENDE, SEMPER INIMICE

AD GLORIAM PERPETUAM, (4)
BRAVE ALL WE’LL MARCH
TO GIVE YOU THE ETERNAL AGONY!
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Love, the magic word, fill all my dreams, eternally use me;
Love, guide me to ecstasy, to victory, to infinity,
To rhymes of winds, to the voice of the dead,
To innocence of my memory...
Rape of earth, I want your head,

Sadist pig, I can’t forgive what you did,
All the blood you’re sucking out of my land,
But my Sword will soon come for you all
And your kingdom will fall
And you’ll be dust again forever!
REX TREMENDE, SEMPER INIMICE

AD GLORIAM PERPETUAM,
BRAVE ALL WE’LL MARCH
TO GIVE YOU THE ETERNAL AGONY!
Part IV: The Immortal Fire
„Go, mighty warrior... the kings of Enchanted Lands are awaiting your victory! Ride on the winds
of Wisdom... ride beyond the Middle Valleys to defeat the master of Chaos in the name of cosmic justice!
Peace and love forever!”
The holy winds lead them to their Enchanted Lands and even the thunder hails this
victorious, amazing deed. And soon, sister rain begins to wash their wounds... But something
strange happens...
The warrior notices that Tharos is crying and tells him to stop his flight immediately... soon
all is clear... and tragic! Tharos had been mortally wounded in the impact with the ancestral
guardian, and now there is nothing that can be done...
The hero can’t keep back the tears... he doesn’t want to lose his beloved dragon... but cruel
destiny so decided... Tharos tries to console his friend by telling him that he is lucky to have been
useful for Algalord’s cause and to find freedom at least in death... soon he spreads his wings to fly
to the dark horizon... to face death in his land, the wonderful Dragonland, there... in the northern
valleys...
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Excerpt from Algalord Chronicles Part II
The warrior had lost his brother Tharos, but this sacrifice could mean a real hope for the
salvation of Enchanted Lands... Yes, he would have defeated the cruel Akron also for his poor
friend! The Emerald Sword shone magically in the hero’s hands and now the ride to Ancelot had
to begin as soon as possible... Arwald couldn’t wait anymore...
The news of the victorious deed spread through all the Enchanted Lands and all the people
celebrated the Son of Ice for many days. Also the kings, committed on different fronts in the
bloody war against the army of Akron, couldn’t restrain their joy, and that tiny flame representing
the hope for the beloved lands was destined to be cherished forever...
Here a chapter ends, here another one begins... part of the story has been written, part not...
But I’m always here, Aresius of Elgard, ready to tell you of the events regarding the Enchanted
Lands... events of courage and might, of Good and Evil...
Peace and love to all of you...
Aresius of Elgard
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Part III – Dawn of Victory
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Hail to everyone!!! ...do you remember me? Yes, that’s right, me, your friend Aresius of
Elgard, ancient (but not too much, eh? ...ha-ha-ha!) wizard of my beloved Enchanted Lands.
I told you about the situation of the Enchanted Lands threatened by the hellish army of
Akron, known as the Black King, in the first chapter of these chronicles. In the second one I
revealed to you the secret of the Emerald Sword and how my valorous friend, known to you as the
Warrior of Ice, was able to open the Ivory Gates and to finally handle it!
I want to tell you straight off that this third chapter will be no less valorous and tragic than
the previous ones... probably too tragic even for my taste...! So now is the moment for you to learn
everything that has happened since the chosen one left the magic portals behind him, riding to
Ancelot with the magic weapon in his hand...
Enjoy this new tale of courage and pride and abandon yourself to the green valleys of the
Enchanted Lands... where the mystical journey is about to begin again...!
Aresius
Excerpt from Algalord Chronicles Part III
The Emerald Sword was glinting wildly in his valorous hands and his ride to Ancelot
began at the first light of the new dawn. In village after village the Warrior of Ice was able to find
new fighters ready to demonstrate their pride for the safety of the holy town of the Enchanted
Lands. So, when he finally reached the rocky mountains surrounding the citadel, the chosen one
could count on a real army ready to face the demonknights led by Dargor, prince of the Darklands
serving the cause of Akron.
The hero of Loregard didn’t want to waste any more time because the cries of Ancelot and
its defender, Arwald were desperate and touched his brave heart deeply. At his command the
entire army of the Enchanted Lands raised its steel to the sky glorifying the holy war in the name
of a future long peace with no innocent victims falling to satisfy the thirst for power of the
Darklands’ lords.
From that moment onwards only King Chaos dominated...
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Chapter I: Lux Triumphans (5)
„At the court of King Chaos only blood can write its own tragedy...”
Mighty warriors from the silver hills

March, all led by golden winds:
Elves and trolls from holy, mystic woods
Run through the last snow.
He’s now coming from the Middle Lands

Handling proud his magic Sword,
Glory, pride and honour ride with him,
Burns the flame of north.
They will all meet in the Kazar Ruins,

Not so far from Ancelot,
In the Temple of the Fallen One
Their hope will be born...
Born from the ashes

Of ancient glory... Born!
They all hail the mighty chosen one

Reaching the skies with their cry,
They are ready to reach Ancelot...
Arwald’s calling loud:
„Glory, ride with us! Lux Triumphans!

Magic and steelgods, lead us to a new dawn...”
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Chapter II: Dawn of Victory
Fire is raging on the battlefield

While Arwald is fighting the war of the kings;
The army of Dargor, the thunder, the storm…
So people are calling the brave and his Sword,
No time left to save the wise throne!
Shades of a past not so far to forget,

The rise of the demons from their bloody hell...
So come, mighty warrior to light the lost hope,
For Tharos, the dragon, and your Cosmic Soul
Now handle your Emerald Sword!
FOR ANCELOT THE ANCIENT CROSS OF WAR,

FOR THE HOLY TOWN OF GODS
GLORIA, GLORIA PERPETUA (6)
IN THIS DAWN OF VICTORY!
The ride of the dead and their practice of pain

Is pounding in him as a terrific quake;
You’re closer and closer now, follow their smell
With your holy armour, the steel in your hand...
Fly, angel of bloody revenge!

GLORIA, GLORIA PERPETUA
Tragic and furious the clash of the steel of the gods,

And so magic the power, the Sword in his valorous hands,
Oceans of fire are blasting the throne of the demons
And from distant, red skies the thunders are calling his name…
The name of the master of pain!

GLORIA, GLORIA PERPETUA
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Chapter III: Triumph for My Magic Steel
Flies to where old dragons are lying

The cry for the triumph for my magic sword,
Burns the pride of my mighty conscience,
While rises the sceptre of our wise lord.
So thunder and storm, the rage of the sword, the fury of my war,
The axe of the dwarf, the blood on the stone, the scream for the eternal...
RAGE IN THE WIND AT THE TRIUMPH FOR MY MAGIC STEEL,

YOU WILL TASTE THE BLADE OF THE ANCIENT SWORD... AND
LED BY HUNDREDS OF MIGHTY AND FALLEN LORDS!
Dead, laments, and unholy sorrow,

The heads of the fallen are staining the snow;
May this be the last hated, cruel war...
I’m looking at my skies, but they answer not.
So thunder and storm, the rage of the sword, the fury of my war,
The axe of the dwarf, the blood on the stone, the scream for the eternal...

YOU WILL TASTE THE BLADE OF THE ANCIENT SWORD... AND
LED BY HUNDREDS OF MIGHTY AND PROUDLY FALLEN BRAVE LORDS!
Old cathedrals, dusty graves, where nest the seeds of holy victory,
Blood from old crypts gushing out to drown the deadly cosmic enemy.
Steel all around for the king and his crown,

Winds of the dawn are caressing us all...
Ancelot smiles at the knights’ epic cry
Thanks to the old and their Emerald Sword.
The kingdom is now hailing the triumph over Dargor,

And he, the man from Loregard, he stands in front of all... of all!
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Chapter IV: Village of Dwarves
The dwarves of Lork are showing all their honour

When you walk on the Gandor secret hill...
THE DANCE FOR FIRE AND WIND

AND THE STORIES ABOUT OLD KINGS
ARE PLEASING OUR BRAVE LORDS
DOWN IN THE VILLAGE OF DWARVES.
The elves are playing under timeless willows

While blue and red paint all my beloved land...

The eagle’s eye is hiding something tragic,

But in this night the red wine rules in me...

And all night long, me, Arwald, and Aresius,

We speak, we laugh, we honour our king!

AND TIME HAS COME NOW TO RIDE

BEFORE THE END OF THE NIGHT,
THE MARCH OF THE SWORDMASTER
TO THE UNHOLY FIGHT.
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Chapter V: Dargor, Shadowlord of the Black Mountain
Mighty and brave is the fighter of shade,

He’s prince of the Darklands, Dargor his name,
Adopted by Vankar, old wizard of Helm,
Disciple of Evil, he twisted his brain.
Fire burns between pride and honour,

Steel wild pounds in his dragonheart,
Face to face with the cult of Evil,
Prince of lands of the darkest dream.
WE SING TO THE WIND THE LEGEND OF THE KINGS

TO SPREAD OUR HEART TO THE KINGDOM OF DUST,
WHERE HEROES ARE LOST, WHERE NOW REIGNS THE SHADOWLORD...
DARGOR!
Power and glory, but for the wrong side,

For his tragic past he disowned the sunlight,
But Akron knows well all the truth of that day,
He needs him as fighter, a warrior so brave.
Fire burns between pride and honour,

Steel wild pounds in his dragonheart,
Face to face with the cult of Evil,
Prince of lands of the darkest dream.

DARGOR, SHADOWLORD OF THE BLACK MOUNTAIN!
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...after the legendary fight of the bravehearts against Dargor’s army Ancelot was free once
again and the Warrior of Ice could finally raise his divine steel in the air, as a sign of victory. Two
proud warriors, the chosen one and Arwald, hero of the northern lands, led the valorous men of
the Enchanted Lands to another great day that will be sung and remembered at the court of the
kings by all the royal jesters... But, as usual, war means free violence and cruelty, both could not
restrain their tears of anger for all the innocent victims who fell on the dusty ground surrounding
the citadel.
The nightmare never seemed to end... Airin, Arwald’s beloved princess of Ancelot,
captured during the siege of the town together with another dozen of proud knights known in all
the southern regions of the Enchanted Lands for their valour, was on the way to Hargor, hellish
town of the Darklands, located in the heart of Chaos.
Dargor and his prisoners were now marching through the Dragonland and it seemed
impossible to reach them before they reached Akron’s nest.
So in the following days, whilst organising plans to free their imprisoned friends, the
Warrior of Ice and Arwald could do nothing but wait for the inevitable demands given by the
cruel Black King...
The messenger of Chaos finally came and the fear of all became tragic reality: the demons
of Akron would impale, one by one all the prisoners if he didn’t receive the legendary steel of the
gods... yes, my friends, that’s right... the mystical Emerald Sword. Oh, god... what hellish use could
be made of that precious weapon! But anyway something had to be done, and as soon as possible,
so the decision was taken! Arwald and the Warrior of Ice would meet the Black King in the center
of Hargor, that godforsaken town of the Darklands, and Akron would guarantee the life of the
prisoners by exchanging it for the mystical Emerald Sword. But the Warrior of Ice knew that in the
wrong hands this precious weapon could help the hellish king and his dreams of conquest...
And I can confirm to you that his thinking was correct, because, as I already told you in the
first chapter of these chronicles, a bloody war between the Holy Alliance and the hordes of
Akron’s empire was raging on the border between the southern lands and the Darklands, and, as
you also know, the power of the Emerald Sword could have also decided the outcome of wars! So,
my dear friends, it is time to raise your faces to the sky and to call the mightiest of all the rages...
oh, yes, that’s right... the bloody Rage of the Titans!!!
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Chapter VI: The Bloody Rage of the Titans
Between my trees the unicorn runs,

From the highest mountains the water falls,
Flowers and plants now caress my eyes
Along these holy valleys kissed by light –
And I am victim of this spell...
Wonderful Symphony of Enchanted Lands.
The whisper of spring is now carried by winds,

The winds from the land of the fire,
Where peace is a gift from the King of the Kings;
It seems so strongly unreal... unreal!
DRAGONS AND DEMONS, BEWARE,

IT’S THE RAGE OF THE TITANS...
IS THE TITANS’ BLOODY RAGE!
WARLORDS AND STEELGODS, BEWARE,
The oak, my sister, smiles at the sun,

Now free from the weight of winter,
The eagles fly from mountain to mountain
Enchanting my heart... brave heart!
DRAGONS AND DEMONS, BEWARE,

WARLORDS AND STEELGODS, BEWARE,
~ 45 ~
Chapter VII: Holy Thunderforce
Face me, evil bastard, smell the hate of angels,

Glory, pride, and bloodshed,
Cowards and beholders, rapers of my wisdom,
Mix of dust and bones,
Go back to your Abyss, Algalord will not fall,
But your heads will soon roll,
Test the blade of heroes, fury of the thunder,
Hit my golden shield!
SO WE’LL FIGHT AGAINST THE WIND

FOR THE GLORY OF THE KINGS
TO DEFEAT THE EVIL ENEMIES,
AND WE’LL RIDE WITH OUR LORD
FOR THE POWER AND THE THRONE
IN THE NAME OF HOLY THUNDERFORCE!
Arwald and Aresius with the nordic warrior

On their way to Hargor,
Chaos and oblivion, turmoil and disorder
Will have now their name,
The last fallen heroes will defeat your forces,
Thousand spirits calling,
On the furthest mountain I will see your fire
Quenched by holy frost!
SO WE’LL FIGHT AGAINST THE WIND

FOR THE GLORY OF THE KINGS
TO DEFEAT THE EVIL ENEMIES,
AND WE’LL RIDE WITH OUR LORD
FOR THE POWER AND THE THRONE
IN THE NAME OF HOLY THUNDERFORCE!
~ 46 ~
Chapter VIII: Trolls in the Dark
(Instrumental)
Chapter IX: The Last Winged Unicorn
The seven red flames of the cave

Are lighting the horrible torture,
Constricted to see he regrets
To have had the life from his god;
Airin sheds black tears supporting the terrible rape,
The fury of the sons of the thunder is breaking the mystical chain.
Arwald falls so to his knees,

While Akron, the Black King is laughing,
The princess falls down on the stones
With no breath of life anymore;
May your ambition lead you to the unholy name,
So my soul will fight you forever in one of the many new hells.
FROM THE HOLY SEA OF GOLDEN FLAMES

FLIES THE LAST WINGED UNICORN,
WITH ITS MAGIC BREATH OF INNOCENCE
RISING TO THE CRYSTAL THRONE.
Skies are spitting holy fire, wisdom cries and deadly whispers flow,
Flow down to silent, mystic shores,
Shores of spirits, thirst for vengeance waiting for their holy crystal gate,
Gate to the sunny Holy Lands.
„Lands of a timeless world... an enchanted, timeless world like no other... there, where magic flowers
paint the cosmic landscape, and no one knows the word... pain!”
Tears of blood and sadness

Formed the wonderful silent lake,
Swans and birds in water games
Will call Airin’s name... her name!
~ 47 ~
And now is the time to decide
On a way to escape from the cavern,
But the silver, old chains on the wall
Are now also trapping their souls;
Airin, my princess, I cannot endure all my pain,
But I swear to you on my proud name... you’ll open the mystical gate!
FROM THE HOLY SEA OF GOLDEN FLAMES

FLIES THE LAST WINGED UNICORN,
WITH ITS MAGIC BREATH OF INNOCENCE
RISING TO THE CRYSTAL THRONE.
Chapter X: The Mighty Ride of the Firelord
Cruel Akron, bloody bastard, I now spit on you,

You can turn my bones to black ash, but I’ll move the moon!
I WILL LIGHT YOUR EVIL KINGDOM

AND YOUR HEART WILL BURN IN FLAMES,
MUTILATED OR DISMEMBERED
WE’LL SOON RISE TO EAT YOUR BRAIN!
You will pay for your victims and for Airin’s bloody rape,
For Arwald, my dear friend, and all my crying, wasted land...
I call the rage of my dead,
I call the angels’ tears.
Also Dargor can’t endure all, goes out from the cave
While the demons take the hero for their tragic game.
GODS OF EARTH, SAVE ME FROM MADNESS,

FROM THESE RITES OF TOTAL SHAME;
WHILE DESCENDING IN THE RED FLAME
ARWALD DIES – BUT NOT IN VAIN!
They will pay for this nightmare, for the symphony of pain,
For Airin, my dead friend, and all my crying, wasted land...
I call the Tharos’ fire,
I call the thunder roar.
~ 48 ~
Raise your voice and ride all, ride all brave,
Raise your swords to the sky and sing
The epic symphony for the
Mighty and proud Firelord!
Arwald’s acid broke the silver chains

Before his very last breath,
Akron laughing, really doesn’t know
What now waits for him.
Gods are raging leading my red steel,

Heads and limbs are falling down,
It’s in me the mystic messenger,
Bringer of revenge... revenge!
„Black Angel, I call you! King Chaos is raging in the torment of my heart... I call the holy
earthquake to end this bloody hell!”
Gods are raging leading my red steel,

Heads and limbs are falling down,
It’s in me the mystic messenger,
Bringer of revenge... revenge!
While she comes, beloved sunlight...
ON THE RIVER KNOWN AS AIGOR

OUR HERO FOUND HIS WAY,
ALL THE DEMONS DESPERATELY
SEARCH FOR HIM NOW BUT IN VAIN.
They will pay for this nightmare, for the symphony of pain,
For Airin, my dead friend, and all my crying, wasted land...
I call the Tharos’ fire,
I call the thunder roar.
Raise your voice and ride all, ride all brave,

Raise your swords to the sky and sing
The epic symphony for the
Mighty and proud Firelord!
~ 49 ~
Yes, dear friends, this is exactly what really happened, although your friend Aresius would
never have liked to have told you...
When our two heroes finally arrived in Hargor, they immediately understood that it would
have been impossible to go back! The vision was tragic... of the knights imprisoned during the
siege of Ancelot nothing was left except their heads and limbs impaled in awful hellish geometry...
The message was clear and my two friends could do nothing other than attack as furies
about to die in the proudest way. But no... what the Black King had planned for them was even
more terrible... and I can assure you, I felt that something was not going right, being in mental
contact with them most of the time! Captured and imprisoned, after many days of torture the two
warriors awakened in a dark cavern lit by seven torches. Heavy steel chains were limiting their
movement. Airin, oh my god, yes, right, poor Airin, was in front of them, covered only by a black
veil, on an unholy stone altar. Akron, his dream of handling the mighty Emerald Sword satisfied at
last, was laughing before the altar together with all his demonknights shadowing the cavern and
no sane mind would like to imagine what could have happened in the next moments...
No, I don’t want to tell you... but I have to... because you all, my friends, have to
understand how cruel and blasphemous the acts of a man can be, although it’s difficult for me
even to consider him as a man, being possessed by the evil forces of cosmic oblivion!
So... Airin, Arwald’s beloved princess, was brutally raped by all the evil creatures of that
hellish place in front of our two heroes and by Akron himself, still laughing and building his dark
energy by the pain of suffering innocence.
Even the valorous Dargor, already trying to convince his king about the insanity of the trap
and all this unfettered violence, felt himself constrained to condemn this horrible ritual of bloody
depravation. Even if he swore his loyalty to the cult of Evil, the prince of the Darklands, being
educated by one of my biggest enemies, the wizard known as Vankar of Helm, had always tried to
conciliate his acts with some ideals that often contrasted with Akron’s philosophy... and now once
again!
Returning to our tale... the ritual finished even more tragically... Airin was forced, with her
last breath of life and looking for the last time at her beloved Arwald, to sink in the Sgral, a magic
substance able to corrode the strongest steel.
And, after a while, her death was a reality...
Excuse me, my friends, if in this moment a tear is filling my old eye, but the tragedy is too
big for an elderly, tormented heart like mine...
Arwald prayed to all the gods of the cosmos to be free of that unholy vision and, being
unable to endure the pain of it, he soon lost his senses...
Akron had prepared something special for everybody, so the hero of the northern lands
was also tortured in every way possible and in the end he was also forced to become a victim of
the terrible corrosive substance...
But in that moment the gods of the cosmos heard his call. Even with his legs burning in the
acid, using his last divine inner energy, Arwald used his arms, already showing the white of the
bones, to throw some of the green acid towards the Warrior of Ice. Destiny would have it that part
~ 50 ~
of it splashed on the chains imprisoning the chosen one... The steel corroded and our hero was able
to free himself... Arwald, with his death, had thus saved the life of our mutual friend. Armed only
with stones from the cave, his mighty rage led him against the horde of Evil and he was only able
to avoid the deadly fury of Akron by throwing himself into the subterranean river known as
Aigor, which flowed through the cave and carried him to the open air outside Hargor. After many
moons, escaping through dark marshes and then over rocky mountains, he was finally able to
reach his beloved valleys and then the Forest of Unicorns, only there could he feel himself finally
safe. Sad, tired, hungry, enraged and furious, but at least safe. The Emerald Sword was now
gleaming in the hands of Akron and something had to be done before it was too late for our
beloved Enchanted Lands!
Alright, my dear friends, my old body endured too much stress this time telling you this
tragic tale, and so it is better if I rest for a time between the magic trees of this green valley, which
have offered me hospitality for some moons. I will be back to you soon for the last chapter of these
chronicles, I think the most intense, dramatic, and epic that I will ever tell you!
So prepare yourself and in the meantime try to live your life with the same ideals of
honesty and justice which fill the hearts of my valorous friends, ready to use the rage of the
thunder to fight unfettered violence, so that another old wizard will be proud to tell the chronicles
of your existence with the same epic enthusiasm...!
Forever yours,
Aresius
~ 51 ~
~ 52 ~
Intermezzo – Rain of a Thousand
Flames
~ 53 ~
Chapter I: Rain of a Thousand Flames
Dies irae
Regna nell’oscurità. (7)
Guardians of the moonlight bring the spell alive,

Through the sphere of sorrow lead my holy ride,
Titans of the desert face the warlord’s pride,
Fighters from the near lakes join the tragic night.
War of the Ghostland – take your souls

But give us freedom once and for all...
Firestorm!
UNDER THE RAIN OF A THOUSAND FLAMES

WE FACE THE REAL PAIN FALLING IN VAIN,
WHILE THE DARK ANGEL SCREAMS FOR VENGEANCE
IN THE DEAD SHADOW OF FALLING STARS.
Silent cries of virgins touch the heart of night

Raped by the demons under painful sights,
Sperm and blood and terror, chaos in my head,
Is the law of Evil triumph for the damned.
War of the Ghostland – take your souls

But give us freedom once and for all...
Firestorm!

„...moonlight is the witness of the most tragic day for our lands... nothing seems possible to change
the destiny of war…”
Lament of heroes, reach the deep skies,

Fill the wide cosmos and free my pain...
My pain!
~ 54 ~
Dies irae
Regna nell’oscurità.
Chapter II: Deadly Omen
(Instrumental)
Chapter III: Queen of the Dark Horizons
Rosa nera sussurrante piange sangue d’innocenza,

Dall’Abisso lei ritorna per urlare la sentenza. (8)
The witches are riding, wolves howl at the moon

While candles are lighting the black mess of fools,
The daughter of Evil, the mistress of shame,
Her tomb is now open to allow her awake...
‘Cause she is the princess of sorrow, ‘cause she is the bringer of pain
While gothic portals of sadness call her unpronounceable name.
Moonlight is lighting her face

Down in the crypts of the damned,
Her sins will not be the last
When the rituals start.
BLACK CANDLES BURNING ANNOUNCE HER COMEBACK,

THE REIGN IS AWAITING THE QUEEN OF THE DEAD...
OF THE DEAD!
~ 55 ~
The poison is ready, the words are pronounced,
The portals are open, her soul wanders through,
Her body is moving, her heart of bitch pounds,
Is Kron who lives in her, in her open wounds...
‘Cause she was devoted to Darkness drinking black blood for her god,
Witch of perversion and luxury, suicide as true lover of Kron.
Moonlight is lighting her face

Down in the crypts of the damned,
Her sins will not be the last
When the rituals start.
BLACK CANDLES BURNING ANNOUNCE HER COMEBACK,

THE REIGN IS AWAITING THE QUEEN OF THE DEAD...
OF THE DEAD!
Rosa nera sussurrante piange sangue d’innocenza,

Dall’Abisso lei ritorna per urlare la sentenza.
„Oh, god... the passage is open, the souls of the damned are ready to cross it! Godforsaken bitch!
Your fucking army of dead will never be so powerful to break the chains of Wisdom... beware!”
My land, don’t cry,

My birds, don’t stop to fly,
Poor child, don’t die,
Don’t let her taste your blood.
Gargoyles and wizards, prepare this last ride,

Mountains and valleys are calling your might,
Mystical sunshines prelude to her coming,
The black flame of Evil is burning and growing.
QUEEN... QUEEN OF THE DARK HORIZONS!
Forests of Ghostland give your sad welcome

To the ancestral whisper of Hell,
Sodomy, pestilence, torture, and bloodshed
Is what she brings from her past of depraved.
QUEEN... QUEEN OF THE DARK HORIZONS!
~ 56 ~
Chapter IV: Tears of a Dying Angel
Rhymes of a Tragic Poem: The Gothic Saga – Part I
Fuoco, pianto, sangue, cancro,

Morte nera dentro me,
Sacra lotta dura, cruda,
Di ideali senza età,
Quando corpus morietur
Fac ut animae donetur. (9)
SAD DARK ANGEL, WRITE THE POEM’S EVIL PAGE!
„Yes, my dear friends, the sun shining on our beloved lands seems to not be the same anymore...
From when the magic sword was handled by the Black King Akron, none of us... none of us can sleep
peacefully... he’s clearly preparing his plans of war to attack the people of these wonderful valleys... the
ancient towns of Elnor and Thorald will be surely the first goals in his ambitious and cruel dream of
conquest... come, mighty warrior... come to help your... your...
Oh god... oh god, no... they found it! They found it! The ancient words are going to be pronounced...
thanks to the cosmic power of the emerald weapon, the Book of the Dead kept by the Dark Angel is now open
and the rites of blood are going to begin... oh no, god!... oh no... I hear those damned words... I hear them... I
hear them!”
NECROS... DAGMA... ATRA... KRONA...

NECROS... DAGMA... ATRA... KRONA...
„The Abyss will soon spit out thousands of demonic creatures and she will be back to lead them all...!
Why? Why? The godforsaken bitch, ancient servant of Kron will be free from the spell that was trapping her
in the crypts of the Ghostland... what the fathers of my fathers were able to do is going to end... Oh yes, I
knew it... I knew it! The power of the Emerald Sword in the wrong hands can lead to these tragic results... I
knew it! The waves of the oceans will soon become giants attacking our towns... and if we don’t organise a
valid counteroffensive to stop those creatures, this will only be a tragic... a tragic prelude to an announced...
massacre!”
Fuoco, pianto, sangue, cancro,

Morte nera dentro me,
Sacra lotta dura, cruda,
Di ideali senza età,
Fac ut animae donetur.
„My dear Elnor, Thorald! The Dark Angel is now shedding his tears... Fight for your past, fight for
your future! Elnor, Thorald... resist... Resist!”
~ 57 ~
Chapter V: Elnor’s Magic Valley
Rhymes of a Tragic Poem: The Gothic Saga – Part II
(Instrumental)
Chapter VI: The Poem’s Evil Page

Rhymes of a Tragic Poem: The Gothic Saga – Part III
The silent willows keep the ancient stone

Hidden behind that cryptic door.
Rituals of terror quake all the Ghostland,

The bloody line now paints the cold floor,
The evil pages are almost written
With the dark poison of flesh and bones.
Fire is raining on the Grey Mountains,

Waters are waiting for the last oath,
The way is open, now they are coming,
Called by the blasphemous words of the lord.
„...and finally the violent waves announce their arrival and blood will soon be painting the beloved
lamenting ocean...”
Ethereal harmonies spread through all the air,

The unreal calm before Elnor’s end...
~ 58 ~
Chapter VII: The Wizard’s Last Rhymes
Rhymes of a Tragic Poem: The Gothic Saga – Part IV
The aim of the serpent, the serpent’s creation

Reveals itself now through crystal spheres,
He’s riding the waves as a real conqueror,
Colliding with ships, the ships of the kings,
He owns your sword!
The emerald weapon, the steel of the heroes,

Flow the black tears of dark angels,
Your blade is now serving the dark force,
The evil source of the unborn,
The truth is there in his hands!

Fac ut animae donetur,
Starless is my night, silent is my ride
Through the paradox wisdom to the sea of souls.
Nel silenzio tragiche realtà, (10)

FIRE IS BLAZING FAST ACROSS THE BLOODY RED SEA,
THE SUNLIGHT IS FADING ON HIM,
THESE ARE THE WIZARD’S LAST HOLY SIGHTS,
THE WIZARD’S LAST RHYMES.
We are reaching the brutal, the tragic dimension,

Led by reflections, reflections of death,
The ghosts in the fog wander lamenting
While violence devours my wasted brain,
Let me awake!
The astral bewitchment is the fatal witness

Of created surge of Chaos,
I reflect the constellations’ fall,
Now close your eyes and fight blind,
The moon is dying, don’t fear his might.

~ 59 ~
Nel silenzio tragiche realtà,
THE POEM’S TRAGIC RHYMES.
Fierce blows the wind, infinite fires

On Elnor’s sea... hail to the king!
He died as brave, oh, valiant hero,
But so in vain, facing the storm!
„And soon the snakes of the Abyss swallowed the mighty woodships while the waves of the bloody
ocean were reaching the walls of the falling town...”
My brothers’ limbs food for those snakes,

Their divine steel deep under me!

Nel silenzio tragiche realtà,

THE POEM’S TRAGIC RHYMES.
~ 60 ~
Part IV – Power of the Dragonflame
~ 61 ~
Excerpt from Algalord Chronicles Part IV
The black clouds were darkening the Middle Lands when the Warrior of Ice reached the
mystical place known as the Forest of Unicorns. Blood covered his hands while the whispers of the
friendly majestic trees tried to calm the fullness of his last visions... Arwald’s and Airin’s brutal
deaths were still torturing his brave heart and only the will for revenge was carved in the wounds
of his raped soul...
The knowledge that the magical Emerald Sword was now in the hands of Akron was also
tormenting his burning thoughts... at the limit of his physical and mental condition he finally
reached the green Elgard where the people received him as a true hero... Aresius had to use all his
magic to cure the shocked mind of the chosen one.
But soon an incredible, new tragedy occurred, enough to destroy the mental stability of
anyone... what neither he nor Aresius had dared to imagine came to pass... what had seemed to be
just an ancient legend spun by the fantasy of a jester, turned into unexpected, dramatic reality...
Thanks to the magic power of the Emerald Sword applied to Vankar’s black magic secrets,
the mystic portals of Chaos separating the world of the humans from the one of the damned had
finally been opened... after some evil rites in the crypts of the Ghostland the Queen of the Dark
Horizons, that godforsaken bitch and ancient servant of the cruel god Kron, was alive once again
and ready to lead the army of the living dead, freed from the ancient spell, under the Akron’s
command.
The first result of this demonic plan was the tragic battle that destroyed the kings’ mighty
woodships on the wild ocean... without defense the two sister towns of our beloved lands were
destroyed after three moons of apocalyptic bloodshed under a rain of a thousand flames. Elnor
and Thorald now lay in ruins... the king died proudly, fighting the demons and the bloody giant
waves... the echoes of death still fill the unbreathable air carving the rocks and the shores of the
southern lands...
The Warrior of Ice, hearing this news, screamed his rage from the depth of his pure soul
and even the elves and trolls of the Grey Mountains could hear the echoes of his fury.... but he
would soon have the chance to call the spirits of vengeance, ‘cause after two moons the grand
council of Algalord decided to call the bravest fighters of the southern lands and to give the
command of this improvised army to the chosen one...
Akron, the evil queen, the shadowlord Dargor and the demonic army were now marching
in the direction of the town of the gods, annihilating everything and every human being who
offered resistance to their raging passage...
So a terrible fear was now threatening the proud Algalord and something had to be done as
soon as possible... an eventual fall of the holy citadel would have meant the end of everything and
the beginning of a new age for the Enchanted Lands under the dominion of King Chaos, mighty
bringer of the cosmic oblivion... he had to be stopped...!
~ 62 ~
Chapter I: In Tenebris (11)
Tenebra, Tenebra... domina!

Tenebra, Tenebra... danna me! (12)
Let me open the dark portal

And so cross the crypts of Ghostland now.

Tenebra, Tenebra... danna me!
Let me see his face...

Furia cieca, Caos in me... Demoni, (13)
Lead me to your horned beast, named „king”,
I will call my fire-, air-, earthlords,
Shed my tears to stop Inferno’s breath!

Tenebra... libera me! (14)
Chapter II: Knightrider of Doom
The fading illusion, the sirens’ grey tears,

It’s here in the cold air the town’s tragic fear,
The breath of infernos, the rise of the dead,
The portals of Chaos, the seventh black flame.
Destino, mi arrendo
Al tuo dominio del tempo! (15)
IN THIS BLOODY DAWN I WILL WASH MY SOUL

TO CALL THE SPIRIT OF VENGEANCE,
TO DENY MY WISDOM FOR ANGER,
TO BREAK THE SCREAM OF THE SILENT FOOL
AND TO BE THE SON OF DOOM!
~ 63 ~
TO BREAK THE SCREAM OF THE SILENT FOOL,
TO BE A KNIGHTRIDER OF DOOM!
The rites of the unborn, the dragonship’s fall,

The waves of my ocean, the twins’ holy call,
The march of the heroes, the call of the gods
After the rituals on the silent shore.
Destino, mi arrendo
Al tuo dominio del tempo!

TO BREAK THE SCREAM OF THE SILENT FOOL
AND TO BE THE SON OF DOOM!

TO BREAK THE SCREAM OF THE SILENT FOOL,
TO BE A KNIGHTRIDER OF DOOM!
Chapter III: Power of the Dragonflame
Rise, mighty dragon...

Rise... rise... rise... rise...
Mighty dragon, rise!
Ruins of ancient wisdom closing now my darkest lonely eye,

God is dead in Thorald’s and in Elnor’s rhyme,
Mutilated bodies are now carved in ancient, holy stone,
Tragic decoration of unholy wars.
~ 64 ~
The heart of the dragon is screaming awaiting
To write the black last page,
The page of blood was written by them,
The dead now lying on the sand.
Visions of disaster are now challenging the wild storms,

Cyclops of the Midlands, wash my bloody shore,
Sirens from the open seas, now heal my broken, wounded brain,
I call the holy typhoons... air, fire, earth!

FROM THE SILENT HILL WE SCREAM LOUD YOUR NAME,

MIGHTY POWER OF THE DRAGONFLAME,
FROM THE MOUNTAINS PROUD AND STRONG
WE CALL OUR DRAGONLORD!
Rise... rise... rise again...

Mighty dragon, rise!
Energie di cosmi estinti gridano sangue

Dalle terre dell’ignoto senza pietà. (16)

FROM THE SILENT HILL WE SCREAM LOUD YOUR NAME,

MIGHTY POWER OF THE DRAGONFLAME,
FROM THE MOUNTAINS PROUD AND STRONG
WE CALL OUR DRAGONLORD!
~ 65 ~
Chapter IV: The March of the Swordmaster
Ride! Die! Sacrifice!
Along the river of bloody tears

The mighty steel shining in my hands,
We march and honour our brothers,
Victims of Kron’s evil plan.
We cross the lakes of the holy woods

To reach the ocean where red waves rule,
The Black King is moving to Algalord,
This is the time, he has to be stopped.
Hail! Hail, brave Swordmaster!

March! March, great Swordmaster!
And I ask the wind for the fall of the king...
INTO THE RAY OF THE SUN,

MARCH, OUR HERO, HUNTING THE DARKLORD,
REBORN FROM THE BLOOD OF HIS GOD...
HIS GOD, THE WARMASTER, KRON!
RIDE FOR THE FALL OF HIS POWER

FIGHTING THE STORM, THE ROAR OF THE THUNDER,
ALLY OF THE SUN AND THE MOON...
GREAT SWORDMASTER, RULE!
Between the waves of the raging sea

Echoes of warcries and battle hymns,
The Underworld’s armies found their ancient queen,
The funeral march in the depths of the Abyss.
The terror which strikes, the honour which prays,

Will be face to face in the mortal doomsday,
Resist, my fierce soldiers, their vision can kill,
It will test your courage and your will to live.
Hail! Hail, brave Swordmaster!

March! March, great Swordmaster!
And I ask the wind for the fall of the king...
~ 66 ~
INTO THE RAY OF THE SUN,
MARCH, OUR HERO, HUNTING THE DARKLORD,
REBORN FROM THE BLOOD OF HIS GOD...
HIS GOD, THE WARMASTER, KRON!
RIDE FOR THE FALL OF HIS POWER

FIGHTING THE STORM, THE ROAR OF THE THUNDER,
ALLY OF THE SUN AND THE MOON...
GREAT SWORDMASTER, RULE!
To avenge all those cries I will rise to the sky,

To defend Mother Life...
Ride! Die! Sacrifice!
Chapter V: When Demons Awake
Oh God, don’t forsake me, I need to survive

The unholy vision, the eternal bloody night,
He pronounced the rites, the slimy queen’s awake,
The cause is the Sword, my Sword in Akron’s hands.
The vomit of Evil, the venom of death

Is crashing my Wisdom, is blocking my legs,
They all suck the blood, have ecstasy in pain
Eating their flesh and devouring their brains.
Dead and vampires spit out from Hell

Is the new legion of the lord of the damned,
The vengeance of the gods, soon their heads will roll,
Oh, bringer of Chaos, you will pay for all!
Bowels’ rain around me, brothers mutilated,

Oh, disfigured faces, flying arms and bones,
Fuck you, bloody bastard, demon’s raped soul,
Die into oblivion with your shitty sons!
~ 67 ~
I’M THE NORDIC WARRIOR,
HUNTER OF THE MARCHING DEAD,
I’M THE BLOODY HAND OF TITANS,
WHEN... WHEN DEMONS AWAKE!
Inferno, apri, rubami l’anima,

Voglio sfidare l’oscuro demone,
Tutto è in me, cielo e oceani,
Fratelli gargoyles, volate qui da me! (17)
The march of the swordmasters soon began... and after only three moons the glorious army
led by the nordic warrior faced the soldiers of Akron and Dargor between the marshes of the
southern regions... the wolves howled at the moon as the first clash of swords resounded through
the depth of the night.
That dramatic battle will surely be remembered as one of the most tragic pages in the
history of the Enchanted Lands! The valorous warriors of our wonderful valleys found themselves
even forced to challenge their mental sanity, not knowing what kind of enemy they would be
facing... but Aresius had warned them that they should be prepared for anything... and never had
there been better advice... winged demons, giant worms, the living dead and vampires formed the
biggest part of that evil mass of creatures that crossed the portal of Chaos thanks to the power of
the Emerald Sword, and that were now serving the insane will of Akron... every fighter of the
beloved lands immediately understood the difficulty of their goal... but the call of the cosmic
perspective blocked any emotive fragility – on the contrary, this only enflamed their adrenalinic
will for revenge for all their brothers who had been so brutally tortured and killed.
~ 68 ~
Chapter VI: Agony Is My Name
One for the pain and two for my name,

Three for my wonderful kingdom,
Four for my king, five for my queen,
Six for the fall of my Wisdom...
Earth’s calling me!
Vita, morte, gloria, onore... (18)

Airin, Arwald, Tharos in my painful dreams.
Horror and death crossing my way

Paint all the unreal landscape,
Villages burn, the black fire runs...
Runs through the heart of the forest
Killing my trees!
Vita, morte, gloria, onore...

Spazio e tempo, (19) play the rhymes of human lies!
ALGALORD’S CALLING FOR HOLY REVENGE,

THE RAGE OF THE HEROES IN MY HANDS,
THE FURY WILL RISE AND SOON THEY WILL TASTE
MY SILVER BLADE,
AND THEY WILL FACE THE PROPHECY, ‘CAUSE
AGONY IS MY NAME!
Black is the rose that’s now in my hand,

Black for the blood of the fallen,
Symbol of death will soon be reborn
Into the life of my tears’ fall...
Reborn and grow!

Silent cries of children in my painful dreams.

MY SILVER BLADE,
AGONY IS MY NAME!
~ 69 ~
Quantus tremor est futurus,
Quando iudex est venturus,
Quantus tremor est futurus...
Est venturus! (20)

Spazio e tempo, play the rhymes of human lies!

MY SILVER BLADE,
AGONY IS MY NAME!
In the bloodbath of the fight, between mutilated limbs and terrific visions of sufferance, the
Warrior of Ice was able to reach and face the Shadowlord of the Black Mountain in a final battle...
The evil one, after a bloody epic clash, fell from a rock and became trapped, with no chance of
escape... Dargor was close to death, he knew it... he screamed, begging the mighty Warrior of Ice to
strike and kill him... but the chosen one, in a terrible quandary between his heart and his mind,
reached out his hand, thus sparing his life, knowing that he was just the result of the wrong
teachings of Vankar, the old wizard of Helm, eternal enemy of Aresius.
Dargor didn’t understand this act of the Warrior of Ice and didn’t realise his intentions...
Vankar had always told him an untrue story about how the Warrior of Ice and his army had
massacred all his family... and he grew up believing it... so with the next strike of his sword he hit
the chosen one who, not expecting this reaction, fell to the ground losing his senses and shedding a
river of holy blood... he spoke only with his eyes... looking at Dargor and asking why... why...
When our hero regained consciousness, trapped once again like thousands of other
soldiers, he understood everything was finished for him and for all... After Elnor and Thorald, the
last important resistance had been destroyed and for Algalord now it would have been surely the
end... ah, no... nobody could have imagined the destructive power of the Emerald Sword in the
wrong hands, nor could our warrior. It was time for Algalord to pray to the steelgods because the
fury of the warmaster Kron lived in the Black King more than ever... beware, holy town, beware...!
~ 70 ~
Chapter VII: Lamento Eroico (21)
Langue in me l’eco infranto

Al truce sguardo dell’angelo cieco,
Rovina in me l’antica rima
Nel cuor del cigno ferito e morente.
Cosmi di eternità tradita,

Di verità svanite che ora versano
Lacrime d’addio in un vuoto nero,
Sincero e fiero al mio destino andrò!
URLA IL TUONO
AL MIO LAMENTO EROICO,
SORTE... CONSUMA LA REALTÀ!
Spiriti di mondi arcani,

Chiedo la vita al di là della morte
Per allinear le stelle amiche
E diventar guardiano celeste.
Custode di eternità guarita,

Di verità trovate per tutti i figli di
Madre Terra... sempre a lei ho dato
La vita... la morte… così continuerò!
URLA IL TUONO
AL MIO LAMENTO EROICO,
SORTE... CONSUMA LA REALTÀ!
~ 71 ~
Chapter VIII: Steelgods of the Last Apocalypse
Soon, winter again, snowlord come,

Come and cover those grey walls.
Violence calls! I want his fall,

His epic fall in this evil war
Fought to protect our ancient throne!
From this grey prison I look at you,

My lost and beloved, wasted holy town,
I call the prophecy’s miracle,
The thunder of the Ancient Book’s word.
WE ARE... WE ARE THE ONES

WHO’LL FACE THE STEELGODS
OF THIS LAST APOCALYPSE!
Now Algalord lies in the shades

Of my shy, mystic rainbow.
Violence calls! I want his fall,

His epic fall in this evil war
Trapped behind these humid walls!
Raise all your eyes to the autumn skies,

Capture the energy of that sight,
They can have fun with my limbs and bones
But I swear, my spirit will never fall.
WE ARE... WE ARE THE ONES

WHO’LL FACE THE STEELGODS
OF THIS LAST APOCALYPSE!
~ 72 ~
Chapter IX: The Pride of the Tyrant
Back into the fire I will have my Sword,

He won one fight but not the total war,
Hurricanes will wipe out the dynasty of Kron,
The chains of steel can’t hold the holy storm...
Sunshine is lighting the ruins of the ancient town,

The seven towers are screaming their pain so loud.
With my eagles I’ll fly free
From snowy mountains to crystal seas!
Dargor, don’t believe him, listen to my words!

You are the one who can still save your soul,
Akron is the bastard, he massacred all,
The evil hand that serves the will of Kron...
You hate the tyrant as I, and now don’t deny,

Give me the power to show you that I am right!
With my eagles I’ll fly free
From snowy mountains to crystal seas!
WE WILL FLY TO THE EMPIRE OF STEELGODS

TO DISCOVER THE SECRET OF STORMS,
AND AGAINST THE BLACK PRIDE OF THE TYRANT
WE’LL USE IT TO DEFEND OUR THRONE!
Seven flames to not forget,

To be sure I’ll not regret... ever!
To become the rage of God,
Chaos bringer worse than Kron... beware!
~ 73 ~
After two moons the fall of Algalord was a reality... the gates of the town were forced open
and Akron marched through it showing his worst intentions... Most of the women and children
were tortured and massacred in the name of his hellish perversion... „destruction” was Akron’s
order to his disciples and soon Algalord, the glorious Algalord, the holy town of the Enchanted
Lands, was a mass of blood and stone.
In that moment everybody, even the Warrior of Ice, now trapped and constrained to
endure everything, was asking themselves whether it was still possible to do something for the
beloved lands or whether the dominion of Kron’s disciples would soon be reality in the name of
cosmic oblivion!
The next challenge would be clear to all...
Chapter X: Gargoyles, Angels of Darkness
Part I: Angeli di Pietra Mistica
The prophet told of loud thunders quaking the surface of earth

When the black raven would have turned victim of wonderful spells,
He would have become a white swan born from the Darklands of sin,
Neither would Aresius have believed what was now changing in him.
Swan, prince of the magic lake... Dargor’s your name!
GARGOYLES, FLY!
GARGOYLES, RISE!
GARGOYLES, FLY HIGH!
ANGELI DI PIETRA MISTICA,
LADRI D’ANIME, FIERI VOLANO. (22)
Another mess of vampires, masquerade of sadistic pride,

He could not endure these cruel games against him, who once spared its life,
He realised so not too late to be really far from his king,
Far from his infinite bloodthirst, too far to call them right for him.
Rise, fly high and steal his soul... angels of stone!
GARGOYLES, FLY!
GARGOYLES, RISE!
GARGOYLES, FLY HIGH!
ANGELI DI PIETRA MISTICA,
LADRI D’ANIME, FIERI VOLANO.
~ 74 ~
Ti invoco, o terra... colora il mio, nero...
Con fiera lealtà io giuro sincero
– Tra anime morte e Caos immenso –,
A Gaia sovrana, l’amore più intenso...
Io, Dargor, a te! (23)
Gargoyles, oh, my brother gargoyles,

Rise now, rise for his soul!
Part II: Warlords’ Last Challenge
(Instrumental)
Part III: ...and the Legend ends...
„Dargor, do it... it must be done! Free your rage and light your soul! It’s... it’s Gaia’s call!”
„The powerful energies of the furthest secret cosmos heard so the prayer of our Mother Gaia, the
supreme spirit who gave us the miracle of life... and her dark son breathed new life... The Power of the
Dragonflame was realising what had seemed to be impossible...”
And this is then the epic end

Of the legendary tale
Of the one who found the Light
And the Dragonflame inside,
Of the tragic rain of a thousand flames,
Of the town’s defenders who faced pain,
Of symphonies of Enchanted Lands,
Of whispers of love and hate.
The dawn of victory can breathe in the wind

And this would mean the great rebirth,
Reborn, the one who’s giving his life...
The towns lying on the ground;
Be one of us... be one of us
And act as all the prophecies want,
To mountains and valleys, to fire and snow,
To sun, moon, and Wisdom, rise your soul...
It’s the Call!
~ 75 ~
„Oh, no... oh God, oh God, no... what is happening?”
„Oh, God, my God... it happened... it happened! Dargor mortally struck the Queen of the Dead and
called the mighty gargoyles against the legions of Darkness. He pushed Akron into the hands of the nordic
warrior, now a dying victim of terrible tortures... the chosen one let himself fall into the deep marshes
constraining the Black King, with the Emerald Sword again in his hands, not to move... they became food for
the snakes of the Abyss. But this sacrifice had a terrific and great effect, and Akron’s death meant the victory
on the evil forces of Abyss... once, forever...”
„Remember, proud brothers, everything is possible when you let the mystic Power of the
Dragonflame burn in your heart... believe it... it’s the Dragonflame!”

Let me see his face...

Furia cieca, Caos in me... Demoni,
Lead me to your horned beast, named „king”,
I will call my fire-, air-, earthlords,
Shed my tears to stop Inferno’s breath!

Tenebra... libera me!
~ 76 ~
The Wizard’s Last Rhymes...
Hello to everyone once again, my friends... and sorry if I am unable to tell you about
everything that has happened recently without shedding a tear... but there are no words to
describe the pain lacerating my heart once again!
Yes, everything happened as you have probably already understood... after the siege of
Algalord and we were all made prisoners, the rituals of bloody depravation began once more... the
tragedy was a sad reality, as the magic book of the prophecies revealed to us many ages ago... but
the next pages told of a thunder breaking the deadly silence... and of lightning bolts of pure energy
hurtling through the ancient skies by the gods of Wisdom... and that would be the miracle which
would change the events...
And my dears... you are probably anxious to know if something happened or not... eh?
Well... this is the last incredible chapter of this epic tale... and I can tell you that the end of the
events was reserved for an unexpected, legendary, great and bitter finale... so... yes... something
miraculous soon happened... but in the shadow of a dark tragedy...!
After the fall of the holy town of the gods, my brother, the mighty Warrior of Ice, was also
condemned to endure the bloody games that Akron used to frighten the people in order to impose
his supremacy... the chosen one had always been the legendary enemy and now the chance of
torturing his body was exciting Akron’s deepest perversions... and so he vented his dark rage on
the Warrior of Ice mutilating both of his legs... yes, my friends... this was Hell, believe me...!
...but when our hero, still alive, was about to be executed and then thrown in the marshes
of Acheros, condemned to be devoured by the viscid watersnakes, the miracle happened and the
thunder of the prophecy had an unexpected name: Dargor! Nobody could believe what was about
to happen... Tired of these bloody visions, no longer accepting the cruelty of his darklord and still
confused by the fact that the chosen one had spared his life, Dargor raised his steel to the sky
mortally wounding the Queen of the Dead, hatefully screaming the name of Akron and invoking
the power of the gargoyles... the Black King, furious as never before, turned to the shadowlord and
immediately understood his intentions... one sign from his hand and a demonwarrior threw his
sword hitting Dargor’s shoulder, throwing him to the ground... Akron, laughing in his face,
revealed to him that he had been expecting his betrayal because he did not have the same black
blood running through his veins, and that now he would die in the same way as the others,
impaled in front of the gates of the now conquered Algalord as an example for all...
His demons moved towards the wounded Dargor to imprison him, when the energy of the
thunder gave him the force to throw himself against Akron, pushing him and making him fall
close to where the Warrior of Ice, mutilated and dying was lying in a lake of blood. At that
moment the chosen one managed to steal the Emerald Sword from the armour of the Black King
and to strike his face with it... even the demons of the deepest hell must have heard Akron’s
scream when the blade of the holy sword pierced his right eye... but this was not enough to kill the
king of the Darkness... and so the Warrior of Ice wrapped his arms around Akron’s neck, choking
him... and at that moment the chosen one screamed to Dargor to move the wooden execution
platform to the marshes.
~ 77 ~
The Shadowlord of the Black Mountain saw that this was the only way to solve the
situation radically, and immediately jumped onto the steel lever operating the evil mechanism...
and the platform on which the Warrior of Ice and Akron were lying began to slide down towards
the black waters of those dark marshes which stunk of death.
The chosen one, keeping his choking hold still in place with all his might, with the help of
the Emerald Sword and with the Black King trying to free himself, cried his thanks to Dargor for
repaying the favour of the past, despite his inability of helping the hero of the Northern Lands,
who was now destined to certain death... but that was how the prophecy was written and the
Warrior of Ice finally slipped into the viscid waters... and Akron with him, the Emerald Sword not
allowing him to react...
From that moment on the two bodies and the mighty holy sword disappeared into the
depths of the marsh and when the hungry black snakes came for their meal, everybody knew that
it was finished... yes... it was really finished for our mutual friend... thanks to the Warrior of Ice
and Dargor’s betrayal, the nightmare in person known as Akron, was suddenly just a bad memory
of the past... and that moment also miraculously meant the end for the demons’ evil army...
Vankar had revealed to Dargor the power of the gargoyles... but the evil wizard could
never have imagined that his disciple would use it to face his own hell... but that was what
happened! The majestic gargoyles of stone became alive and flew from the far towers of Hargor to
clash against the demons of the Abyss... and also at that moment the astonished warriors of the
Enchanted Lands understood that the prophecy of the ancients was finally being realised... oh,
God... at the mighty call of the steelgods of the last apocalypse they raised their weapons once
again, taking advantage of the new situation... from defeated prisoners they became the
materialised cosmic fury of the titans and before the new moon the victory was a reality... and this
time it was total victory against the hordes of Hell... yes, brothers... the great, final victory...
Magic lightning suddenly crashed into the earth, a terrific quake made the ground
tremble... the victorious brothers’ gargoyles, the angels of mystic stone, spread their wide wings
and, with their long limbs, they took the rest of the demons and the creatures lying on the dusty
ground... the portals of Chaos located between the crypts of the Ghostlands were their
destination... the souls of the damned reached their old dimension somewhere far beyond and the
gargoyles, thanks to a great act of positive magic, were able to close them, again becoming mighty
guardian angels... they would keep the passage and not allow anyone to open the gates again...
that was really the conclusion of a nightmare that seemed to have no end... but finally and luckily
for us all the word „end” began to have a meaning once again...
Well, my friends... I used all my magic to fight those bastards... even Vankar was a victim
of my white magic... and now after some time spent in recuperating to some extent my mental
sanity and having to accept the death of my brother I can finally smile under the sun that lights up
my wonderful Elgard... he’s not with us anymore... my valorous friend, the hero of the Northern
Lands, is gone... but his sacrifice was exemplary and will be remembered in the next ages by all, as
a testament of love for these lands...
And Dargor’s act of Wisdom... also he will be remembered as a great man... when the dark
meets the light, to create the twilight... everything is possible and most of the time... the shadows
can hold magic! After the last battle he disappeared... nobody saw him again... is he still there??
Anyway, thanks once again, wherever you are, mighty Shadowlord of the Black Mountain!
~ 78 ~
The reconstruction of Algalord, the noble town of the Enchanted Lands, will begin during
the next moons... and this time the gargoyle will be the new symbol of the town, to witness what I
was telling you before about the tones of sunshine... In the meantime my brothers are hailing the
gods of Wisdom before rivers of red wine and from the south to the north the name of Dargor and
the chosen one are on the lips of all...
So my friend... with these last lines I wrote the last page of this book... the saga of the
Emerald Sword can now be considered ended... one book of a million books telling about the
cosmic fight between Good and Evil... written again with the blood of heroes... for a cosmic
perspective that will soon reveal itself... in one amongst a thousand realities...! Hail to you all...
Aresius of Elgard
~ 79 ~
~ 80 ~
The Dark Secret
Saga
~ 81 ~
~ 82 ~
Prologue – The Mystic Prophecy of
the Demonknight
~ 83 ~
Chapter I: The Seven Black Books
For many years the Enchanted Lands surrounding Algalord knew once again the meaning
of the word peace. The defeat of Akron led to the fall of the mighty Army of Darkness and soon,
the holy town of Algalord became more majestic than ever before.
The memories of the Warrior of Ice and Dargor lived on in the stories of jesters, who
wandered over mountains, rivers and lakes, from realm to realm and from castle to castle, singing
the rhapsody of those never forgotten heroes. Our friend Aresius in his passing left our lands in
peace and splendour with only one regret that the Seventh Black Book was never found.
It lay buried in the secret caves of Dar-Kunor, the heart of the hellish Darklands
surrounding Hargor. The very same place, where the old wizard Vankar taught black magic to his
disciples. Where Dargor had started to discover the power of Darkness before finding the clear
light of Wisdom. The Black Book was the last of the seven, written with the blood of angels. It
contained the hellish prophecy known as the Dark Secret, a secret more evil than the reign of
Akron! An apocalyptic collection of dark rituals that could threaten not only the holiest of places,
Algalord, but this time, all the Known World of men, dwarves, elves, trolls and dragons.
Chapter II: Nekron, the Demonknight
This hellish threat has but one name, Nekron, the bloodsucker. According to the Nekranos
demoniac alphabet he is the last of Kron’s three evil sons. The masterknight of the Ancient Order
and the first fighter of the Temple of Doom during the centuries of the Primordial Wars. He was
the one who wrote those bloody Rhymes of Hell, possibly the last requiem for all living creatures
on Earth! Although he died some five thousand years before, today some wizards can still hear the
sinister cries of his damned, bloodthirsty soul. Lurking beyond the Gates of Hell, waiting to bring
us the fury of Chaos, once the mystic portal between his dimension and ours is found.
Chapter III: The Primordial Wars
The first of Nekron’s seven books, kept by the master wizard Etherus from Urienor,
contained evil words for the people of the beloved lands. Seven was the number of Primordial
Wars fought between the heavens and hells in the ancient ages. Seven were the demons, guardians
of the Underworld’s gates, that were turned into stone at the end of the last war by the angels of
the Crystal Realms, in the day of the heavens’ illustrious victory.
It was at this time the ancient demonknight Nekron, son of the hellgod Kron was defeated
and before being killed he wrote his seven Black Books with the blood of angels upon its pages.
Each book held parts of a mysterious prophecy, that one day could awaken the seven demons.
~ 84 ~
Then, once free, the Angels of Darkness would open the gates of the Underworld’s hells, with one
purpose in mind, to bring an end to our Known World. Every kind of ancient monsters, alive and
dead alike with every other horrible creature would rise from their torment to spread their
dominion of blood and darkness. Nekron will be reborn and reign again in the name of Cosmic
Chaos!
Still, some kings and wizards believe the Dark Secret is merely a fantasy legend. But others,
like myself, consider it far more than a simple jester’s tale! After Akron’s death, many disciples of
the Black Order who survived the famous last war of the Gargoyles, started organising secret
meetings in different locations in the Darklands. Those animals were practicing the cult of Evil in
the name of the demonknight. Their dark rituals even contained human sacrifices. All done to
plead for Nekron’s resurrection. They were not the only ones who believed in the secrets of the
Seventh Book. The fathers of our fathers already had fought and died for those unholy pages.
The power of Darkness lives between the lines of that evil book. While he was alive, Akron
increased his hellish magic through those dark words.
Chapter IV: The White Dragon’s Order
This is the reason why I, Iras Algor from Hor-Lad, Etherus from Urienor, Agrimor and
King Uriel from Elgard, along with other wise kings, elves and dragonlords of the Enchanted
Lands decided to form the White Dragon’s Order.
Our purpose is to protect all the beloved lands of the Known World from this horrific
threat. All of our actions of this new legacy must be extremely hidden and secretive. During this
time, the people of the Enchanted Lands must not know of our actions, so we may avoid needless
fear between our brethren.
The Seventh Book now lies under the dust of time in the caves of Dar-Kunor and it must be
found and stolen from the Black Order’s disciples as soon as possible. Only one person is capable
of this task, Dargor, the Shadowlord. He is the only person who knows the Darklands’ rocky
labyrinth that surrounds the godforsaken town of Hargor. Aresius, before leaving these lands, told
me to search for Dargor, because he could reveal to us the key elements of the Black Order’s black
magic.
Can we trust in him? After all, he once was a disciple of Hell, but he also helped the
Warrior of Ice kill Akron to save our lands. In any event, there is no doubt he is the last hope and
only choice, so say we, members of the White Dragon’s Order!
~ 85 ~
Chapter V: Erian’s White Book
Intertwined in the Dark Secret is the tale of Erian, the angel who discovered the words
Nekron had written in his Black Books before his death. The legend tells of how the gods of
Cosmic Light gave him the vision to write the White Book with his own blood, revealing the way
to stop the prophecy. Those angelic rhymes are indestructible, because they were written with the
blood of angels, like all the ones contained in the seven Black Books. They represented a threat to
the hellish prophecy and to Nekron’s resurrection.
In the Age of the Red Moon, some three thousand years before, when the lords of the
Darklands won their battle against the army of the Nordic Plains, Erian’s mystical book was found
by the Black Order’s disciples in Ainor’s secret halls. So from that moment the White Book was
hidden. It lies somewhere secretly in the Darklands, in a place known only by the master wizards
of the Black Order. I have the strongest feeling that the Seventh Book could also be the key to the
secret place where the dark lords keep the angel’s words.
Believe me friends, this is far more than a simple children’s tale. The mystic prophecy of the
demonknight could soon reveal itself, and more tragically than we could possibly imagine. All the
power to defend our Mother Earth lies now in the depth of our conscience.
„Open your eyes to the eagle’s flight,

Open your mind to the spirit’s might,
Open your heart to the secret of love,
Oppose your breath to the silence of stones.”
Iras Algor, First Wizard of the White Dragon’s Order
~ 86 ~
Part I – Symphony of Enchanted
Lands II
~ 87 ~
Chapter I: The Dark Secret
Part I: The Ancient Prophecy
King Uriel: „It was a good time for all creatures of the Earth, but fate decreed that the dark prophecy
of a demonknight could bring a tragic end to this peace, scarring their lives forever.
Shortly before his defeat in the last of the Primordial Wars between the heavens and hells, the evil
son of the hellgod Kron, known as Nekron, withdrew to his lair in the Underworld. There, sensing his
impending death he inscribed a testament of pure Evil in seven black books. One by one six of these books
were discovered throughout the ages, however the seventh, last and most terrible of all contained the secret of
his resurrection.
He commanded seven immortal demons to carry out his dark plan. But they were turned into stone
by the angels of the Crystal Realms. And so his dreams slept with them until a time came when the forces of
Evil would usurp the Earth. Nekron would rule in the unholy name of Cosmic Chaos.
And this time he would reign supreme!”
Part II: Ira Divina (24)
Ira divina,
A dolore nunc libera nos!
Divina... a dolore libera nos...
Divina... dolore... nos... libera...
Divina Ira!
Tacet rota temporis,

Nunc est silentium,
Sempiternus angelus,
A malo libera nos...
A Malo!
~ 88 ~
Chapter II: Unholy Warcry
In the dark lies a secret

In the mystic Seventh Black Book,
Nekron’s dark words.
He is Kron, Kron’s disciple,
He is sworn to return
To avenge the lost divine wars.
Algalord, arise greater than before,

Time of peace, not of war,
Shouts of freedom from the castle walls,
Freedom in the land and hope for all...
Hope for all!
INTO THE SILENT, DARK AND FORGOTTEN

CAVES OF DAR-KUNOR,
DEEP IN THE SECRET BOOK IS AWAITING
UNHOLY WARCRY!
NEKRON PROMISED BLOODY TERROR

BRINGING DEATH AND HATE TO THE NEW WORLD.
From the rocky mountains to the Golden Sea,

To the barbarians’ sacred hills,
From the icy north and misty lakes
To the walls of Seth and elvish plains,
All beware!
INTO THE SILENT, DARK AND FORGOTTEN

CAVES OF DAR-KUNOR,
UNHOLY WARCRY!

Torment, pain, and bloody rain...

Nekron’s resurrection,
They must kill the demonking
Or fight another war.
~ 89 ~
King Uriel: „Only one person could cross the Darklands surrounding Hargor and venture forth
deep into the caves of Dar-Kunor... his is a name the world will never forget... he is Dargor!”
He is the chosen one,

He walked out through the Darkness,
He met the Wisdom’s light
Chosen to find the last dark rhymes...
The last rhymes of Hell.
He is Kron, Kron’s disciple,

He is sworn to return
To avenge the lost divine wars.
There was only one who knew the way,

He lived in the dark, lonely caves,
The demon of the night could save the day,
Should they take a chance or run away...
Dargor was his name!
INTO THE SILENT, DARK, AND FORGOTTEN

CAVES OF DAR-KUNOR,
UNHOLY WARCRY!
NOW THEY SWORE TO BAND TOGETHER

ON A SACRED JOURNEY,
CALLED BY FATE, TIME TO BE GREAT,
UNHOLY WARCRY!

~ 90 ~
Chapter III: Never Forgotten Heroes
Autumn is kissing valleys and hills,

Shy Falin welcome me,
Old trees are speaking to the holy wind
About ancient memories,
Sense of infinity prelude to memory,
In the mystic Elgard’s forest echoes their voice.
Airin „the Rose”, Arwald „the Rock”,

Great example of pure love,
Warrior of Ice, thank you for all
From the creatures of the world,
All kneel before you, dear old Aresius,
We lived thousand great adventures kept in my dreams.
FLY TO THE CRYSTAL SKY

GLORIOUS AND PROUD,
NEVER FORGOTTEN FRIENDS OF ALL,
HEROES OF THE WHOLE KNOWN WORLD;
MAY YOUR FIRE BURN IN OUR HEARTS
AND LET THE LEGEND SURVIVE!
Chapter IV: Elgard’s Green Valleys
Iras: Oh yes... follow me!
~ 91 ~
Chapter V: The Magic of the Wizard’s Dream
Iras: „In those silent shades of grey

I will find a place
To escape the endless night,
To find a new sun.
I know which is my fate

Bond to Erian’s old tale,
I’ll be always there
Fighting the ancient sin...
Moonshine in this eternal night.
ANGELS ARE CALLING

FROM DIVINE, LOST CRYSTAL REALMS,
RIDING FROM HEAVEN
FOR THE MAGIC OF THE WIZARD’S DREAM.
In the misty lights of dawn,

Between heart and soul,
Elgard’s calling for new hope
To avoid our fall.
I know which is my fate

Bond to Erian’s old tale,
I’ll be always there
Fighting the ancient sin...
Moonshine in this eternal night.
ANGELS ARE CALLING

FROM DIVINE, LOST CRYSTAL REALMS,
RIDING FROM HEAVEN
FOR THE MAGIC OF THE WIZARD’S DREAM.”
~ 92 ~
Chapter VI: Erian’s Mystical Rhymes
In primordial times of sorrow,

Ancient ages of the Known World,
Kron’s reign of terror was rising,
So the skylords sent their angels
Against the storm that threatened heavens,
Seven wars were so fought, the dead rose
Led by the darklords of Hell...
The last war meant the end

Of hellgod’s old reign.
Dark memories lost in the shades of illusion

Warn the light of electric sky,
The angels could change the life on Earth,
But not the demons’ old plans.
United force of strong, wise men...

A new order soon was born,
Ten kings, ten wizards, elves and dragonlords
Ready to fight... to fight for their world.
Ready to face the last secret

Hidden for five thousand Angels’ Years...
Five thousand years.
A GREAT AND NEW HOPE IN ELGARD WAS BORN,

THE ONE HOPE THAT COULD FINALLY FIND THE
SACRED WORDS TO STOP THE DARK PLAN OF NEKRON,
ALL CONTAINED IN ERIAN’S MYSTICAL WHITE BOOK.
The holy council cast their vote

Hearing the deep voice of soul,
Etherus... Iras... two names on all
Elected to face the darklord.
They knew so well Erian’s tale

What could be found between his rhymes,
His rhymes of divine Light, his words, divine rhymes
Written to save our lands.
~ 93 ~
Ready to face the last secret
Hidden for five thousand Angels’ Years...
Five thousand years.
NOW IS THE TIME FOR THEM TO SHARE ALL THEIR PLANS,

So the name was chosen...

White Dragon’s Order,
All sworn to fight,
All for one, one for all.
A GREAT AND NEW HOPE IN ELGARD WAS BORN,

~ The White Dragon’s Order ~
Iras Algor: „And so the Order of the White Dragon decreed Khaas, the hero of the Middle Lands.
He and Princess Lothen, from the Kingdom of the Ancient Waterfalls, together with Tarish, elven king of the
caverns and myself, Iras Algor from Hor-Lad, would travel the path of incredible danger and great
adventure.
Dargor, the shadowlord would lead us through the ancient underworld of Dar-Kunor. Finally the
time had come to find the legendary Seventh Black Book, that containing the worst of all the known
prophecies.”
~ 94 ~
Chapter VII: The Last Angels’ Call
After five long days the final plan,

The wise words of Iras convinced all of them,
The path to Erloria could be a safer way
To reach the Grey Mountains, Dar-Kunor’s old caves.
Epic horizons, majestic falls,

Green golden valleys moving to north.
SEVEN WIZARDS CAME FROM DISTANT LANDS

TO MEET KINGS, DWARVES, ELVES AND DRAGONLORDS,
ELGARD’S EYE CAN SEE THE FEAR OF THE WORLD,
IT’S THE LAST DRAMATIC ANGELS’ CALL.
King Uriel proclaimed the last holy words,

The new sun was rising... it was time to go,
May the wise angels give them the strength
To face all the fears that the Darkness awakes.
From the high towers the people acclaim

The chosen heroes now crossing the gates.
SEVEN WIZARDS CAME FROM DISTANT LANDS

TO MEET KINGS, DWARVES, ELVES AND DRAGONLORDS,
ELGARD’S EYE CAN SEE THE FEAR OF THE WORLD,
IT’S THE LAST DRAMATIC ANGELS’ CALL.
~ 95 ~
Chapter VIII: Dragonland’s Rivers
They began a magical journey

To the ancient Dragonland,
For ten days they walked through majestic woods,
Their vision ever at hand.
THE DRAGONS FLY IN THE BLUE SKIES,

THE MOUNTAINS SHOW THEIR MIGHT,
STANDING IN THE HEART OF THE LAND,
WHAT A SIGHT!
See the deer, trolls and wolves, lovely creatures,

They’re guardians of this land,
Such wonder and beauty lives in their hearts,
To see is to understand.
THE DRAGONS FLY IN THE BLUE SKIES,

THE MOUNTAINS SHOW THEIR MIGHT,
STANDING IN THE HEART OF THE LAND,
WHAT A SIGHT!
THE RIVER WILL LEAD THEM TO URIEN,

THE MYSTICAL HOME OF THE GODS,
NOW A MASS OF RUINS
BECAUSE OF THE LAST WAR.
SEE THE FALLS OF ERLORIA,

THE GREY MOUNTAINS ARE NEAR,
DARK SHADOWS FALLING,
DAYLIGHT’S END IS HERE;
AND ALL THE CREATURES OF DARKNESS,

THEY WARN US IN THE NIGHT,
IN THE DARK LAND THERE IS DANGER,
THERE IS EVIL THERE TO FIGHT.
~ 96 ~
Chapter IX: Sacred Power of Raging Winds
King Uriel: „Naira... Oriel... Tarna... majestic winds of the Northlands... protect our heroes from
the deadly Naroth... cover their tracks with snow... rage on with all your fury... Naira... Tarna... Oriel-
Nairnaan...”
Dark is the way to the mountains of grey,

Breath turns to ice in the air,
The journey is painful and longer than life
Crossing the rocks in the night.
GODS, LEAD THEM ALL TO HARGOR’S WALLS!

SACRED POWER OF RAGING WINDS,
KEEP AWAY FROM THE BLACK ORDER’S STEEL,
THEIR BLACK STEEL, THEIR DARK WILL!
PLEASE HELP THEM REACH THEIR GOAL TO HIDE IN THE SNOW!
SUN AND MOON HAVE LEFT THEIR BRAVE SONGS...
In the dangerous peaks they may all find their death

Searching for the ancient realm,
The worship of Darkness is Nekron’s desire,
His soldiers the Black... the Black Order sect!

DARGOR’S PAST APPEARS BEFORE HIM...
Dargor: „Father... are you really wanting my soul?

Your black blood no longer flows in my veins...”
Vankar: „Son, you are a betrayer... you have betrayed me!!!”
Dargor: „No...! I don’t want to serve your hellish will...”
Vankar: „You are half demon... never forget that!
You are one of us!”
Dargor: „I know it well... for this I will pay!
But I will deny you and fight you forever!”
~ 97 ~
Sacred power of raging winds,
Fill their soul and the shadowlord’s heart,
In a magical vision Vankar appeared
In Dargor’s dream while the four heroes were trying to rest.
He was born half demon, half man...

He struggled inside but would
Soon understand, all would be paid
With the blood on his hands.

DARGOR’S PAST APPEARS BEFORE HIM...
VANKAR’S THIRST FOR BLOODY VENGEANCE,
VANKAR LIVES FOR VENGEANCE!
Chapter X: Guardiani del Destino (25)
Prodi e fieri all’ultimo sol

Verso il monte di Erinor,
Unica via per arrivar
Là, dove l’aria di morte sa.
Fango, paludi... resti di un regno

Che da millenni paura fa,
Il nero demone urla il suo odio,
L’ultima guerra vuol vendicar.
Fuoco di libertà,
Fiamma di vecchia età
Nei lor cuori sveglia l’ardor.
Contro l’oscurità
Che fu antico Mal,
Primordiale nella sua realtà.
~ 98 ~
UN’ERA DI SANGUE, DI OSCURE MEMORIE
RINASCE IN HARGOR PER NUOVO MAL,
ELETTI IN ELGARD, GUARDIANI DEL FATO,
OR SONNO E SARANNO I VERI EROI!
Solo le aquile osan volar

Lì, oltre il picco tra ovest e nord,
Hargor rivela la sua irrealtà
Che ai lor occhi svela timor.
Per Madre Terra devono andar,

Sanno che posson pure morir,
La roccia è forte ma lor di più...
Drago, leone in animo e cor.
Monti dal manto d’or

Scoprono verità,
Mura e torri immensità.
Grigia maestosità,
Nera epicità
Che in te celi l’antico Mal.
UN’ERA DI SANGUE, DI OSCURE MEMORIE

RINASCE IN HARGOR PER NUOVO MAL,
ELETTI IN ELGARD, GUARDIANI DEL FATO,
OR SONNO E SARANNO I VERI EROI!
~ 99 ~
Chapter XI: Shadows of Death
The old elfking, Tarish, knows well the way through the caverns
To Dar-Kunor’s forgotten entrance,
For two days they walked in the wild on the pathway to darkness,
The reason they survived it was Dargor.
Finally they saw in the

Black and evil marsh,
There lied the passageway between
Snakes and hellish mud.
SHADOWS OF DEATH... FOLLOW BEHIND INTO DAR-KUNOR CAVES,

SHADOWS OF DEATH... THE HOLY MISSION OF IRAS’ NEW FRIENDS,
FIVE HEROES READY TO DIE FOR THE WHOLE WORLD,
DIE TO PROTECT THE GREEN OF THE EARTH!
Black waters moving are signs – Dar-Kunor’s river,

The water is cold... the water is cold there,
Tarish dived into the marshes, he soon disappeared
Into the black, icy water... black, icy water.
Then, when he appeared

They welcome him as heroes do,
He found the caves of the
Ancient brother elves.

THE GREEN AND THE WONDERFUL, BELOVED, OUR MOTHER EARTH...
King Uriel: „Now is the time to face the underworld of Dar-Kunor... perhaps never to return alive.”

THE GREEN AND THE WONDERFUL, BELOVED MOTHER OF ALL...
~ 100 ~
Chapter XII: Nightfall on the Grey Mountains

Divina Ira!

Nunc est silentium,
A malo libera...
Holy angels of eternal Light,

You, who fell in the Primordial Age
Between these dark and grey, lonely mountains,
Who died to protect the green of the Earth.
For Algalord and Elgard, Thorald and Elnor,

For all the towns of the Known World,
For the icy Northlands, the Waterfalls’ Kingdom,
The dwarves’ western realms and the whole Middle Lands.
COLD MYSTIC NIGHT – IT FALLS ON THE PLAIN,

ON THE GREY MOUNTAINS REIGNS NOW THE SHADE,
ANGELS OF LIGHT, GIVE THEM THE FAITH,
TIME NOW HAS COME, DAR-KUNOR AWAITS!
Unknown threat – it fills the dry air,

The howling of wolves fades behind them,
They try to find rest between the wild rocks,
The one they’ll soon see can be their last dawn.
The angels’ lament breathes in the cold winds,

Whispers of death surround the wide marsh,
Dar-Kunor is there to swallow their souls,
In front of them another hell’s gate.
COLD MYSTIC NIGHT – IT FALLS ON THE PLAIN,

ON THE GREY MOUNTAINS REIGNS NOW THE SHADE,
ANGELS OF LIGHT, GIVE THEM THE FAITH,
TIME NOW HAS COME, DAR-KUNOR AWAITS!
~ 101 ~
Nunc est silentium,
A malo libera nos...
A Malo!
King Uriel: „...perhaps never to return alive.”

Divina Ira!
~ 102 ~
Part II – Triumph or Agony
~ 103 ~
Somewhere beneath the dust of time, in the heart of the hellish Darklands surrounding
Hargor, lies a Black Book that has never been found. This book – the last of seven – was written
with the blood of angels by the cruel Nekron, the demonknight, son of Kron. It contains the words
of the wicked prophecy known as the Dark Secret – a secret more evil than the reign of Akron
itself. Hidden in the caves of Dar-Kunor, this apocalyptic collection of dark rituals could be a
threat to the world of men, dwarves, elves, dragons and trolls.
So the White Dragon’s Order decreed: Khaas, hero of the Middle Lands, Princess Lothen
from the Ancient Waterfalls’ Kingdom, Tarish, the caverns’ elfking and me, Iras Algor from Hor-
Lad, would have been the travellers on the path of high adventure.
We all will be led by Dargor, the shadowlord in the ancient underworld of Dar-Kunor.
Time has finally come to find the legendary Seventh Black Book, the one containing the worst of
the known prophecies.
Iras Algor
~ 104 ~
Chapter I: Dar-Kunor
Part I: Echoes from the Elvish Woods
„Eahren eilah tieri lótar, nairi eilen sólren ámónier...”
Part II: Fear of the Dungeons
(Instrumental)
Chapter II: Triumph or Agony
Vision of darkness, mad gothic splendour,

Rhyme of primordial neverending war,
Carved in the wild rock under the ghost town,
Sun of the Darklands, black pride of Kron.
Two hundred nor of unholy stone

Speak through the tears of desperate souls,
Legend and myth will never reveal
The infinite pain behind Nekron’s will.
Wars of the underworld

Fought by our brothers who’ll never return.
Broken emotions wet from the shy rain,

Lords of the lost time dream of great revenge,
No chance for mind’s rest, fear in the dawn’s breath,
What they will soon find can be just their death.
Two hundred nor of unholy stone

Speak through the tears of desperate souls,
Legend and myth will never reveal
The infinite pain behind Nekron’s will.
Wars of the underworld

Fought by our brothers who’ll never return.
~ 105 ~
IT’S OUR DESTINY,
TRIUMPH OR AGONY,
ANGELS’ GLORY, ENDLESS PAIN,
DEEP INTO THE DUNGEONS OF HELL!
Lux aeterna,
De sententia dolorosa
Libera nos,
Lux aeterna, ex dolore sangui,
Angelus sempiternus,
Angelus ex Inferno! (26)
IT’S OUR DESTINY,

TRIUMPH OR AGONY,
ANGELS’ GLORY, ENDLESS PAIN,
DEEP INTO THE DUNGEONS OF HELL!
Chapter III: Heart of the Darklands
In the Dragons’ Year 9000, after the sixth won war

Nekron conquered the Darklands, so began his new reign...
His new bloody reign!
A whole town built on a rock as giant as a mountain,

Portals made of angels’ bones to warn men, elves and dragons...
Elves, men, dragonlords!
NO TRACE OF HUMAN LIFE

THERE IN THE DARKLANDS,
HARGOR BECAME SOON THE HEART,
HEART OF THE DARKLANDS,
DARK GREY LANDS!
~ 106 ~
Chapter IV: Old Age of Wonders
Legend and Myth of the Emerald Sword – Part I
Over the mountains the first lights of dawn,

The rocks around are covered by snow.
Iras: „Come here, my friends, enjoy this last view,
The sunlight’s reflections, the shy, fading moon...
Many legends told by the jesters
Were inspired by the facts
Of a time now forever gone,
When our friends, the elves lived in these lands.”
OLD AGE OF WONDERS, OF ELVISH EMOTION

PROUDLY SURVIVED IN THE MIST OF THE STARS,
MAGICAL DAWNS, HOLY VISION OF ANGELS,
LONG TIME BEFORE THE ELVISH WARS.

LONG TIME BEFORE ALL THE ELVISH WARS.
Iras: „During the first six Primordial Wars

The elves found shelter between these wild rocks,
At that time this region, known as Irith,
Was green, majestic, Heaven on Earth;
When the sixth war was sadly lost,
For elves and unicorns this meant the fall...
Nekron found a new reign to rule,
So woods and flowers decided to die,
Rivers and falls became suddenly dry;
From that time the cold Darkness reigned,
The Darklands became what they are today.”

LONG TIME BEFORE THE ELVISH WARS.

LONG TIME BEFORE ALL THE ELVISH WARS.
~ 107 ~
Chapter V: The Myth of the Holy Sword
Legend and Myth of the Emerald Sword – Part II
After the victory of the angels over Hell

These old lands became a new reason for war,
Elves and men all united against new darklords,
It’s the time of the three Elvish Wars.
During the third one in Galfor’s old mines

Naimur was captured by Atlon, „Hell’s Fury”,
He got tortured by the darklord with an emerald stone
And his brother left alone with the bleeding soul.
He took the stone, he forged a sword...

AND HE ASKED TO THE ANGELS TO FILL IT WITH MIGHT,
SO IT WAS BORN, THE MYTH OF THE HOLY SWORD...
AND HE ASKED TO THE ANGELS TO FILL IT WITH MIGHT,
SO IT WAS BORN.
After some years the elves’ new attack,

Dramatic battles and rivers of blood,
And for Loinir came the chance to avenge Naimur’s death,
Just a strike of the Sword, Hell’s last breath.
He felt too much power in that blade,

He gave it to the wizards to discover why,
And the wizards knew right away that sword could have been a threat
In the hands of the wrong men or darklords.
The wizards knew the stone was filled...

WITH THE GLORY OF ANGELS WHO ENCHANTED THAT BLADE,
THEY HIDE IT WELL BEYOND THE IVORY GATES...
WITH THE GLORY OF ANGELS WHO ENCHANTED THAT BLADE,
THEY HIDE IT WELL.
Vita e morte, spazio e tempo

Sulla sacra lama divina,
Vita e morte, spazio e tempo
Nel suo verde cuore di luce pura. (27)
~ 108 ~
You know well what happened then,
The Loregard’s warrior and his quest,
He was the chosen to find the blade
Far beyond the mystic gates.
Akron’s army could be stopped,
Thanks to that holy sword,
Now it lies somewhere deep
In the Algalord’s raging sea.
Chapter VI: Il Canto del Vento (28)
Ascolto ancora il vento

Che in disparte mi accarezza;
Dimenticato pianto,
Prigioniero della sera...
Pianto, dimenticato pianto,

Prigioniero della sera,
Un respiro sempre acceso
Seguo e cerco lentamente
Nel sospiro del destino.
VIVO PER TE, SOGNO DI TE,

CANTO DI TE, NEL CIELO INCASTRATA,
TIMIDA STELLA MORENTE!
Di canzoni dimenticate
Dai tuoi occhi già vissute
Ora vivo e mi consolo...
Vivo...
Il mio tempo nelle mani,

Nel tuo viso il mio tormento,
Il silenzio, il mio domani
Ancorato ad un momento.

~ 109 ~
Vissuti dolcemente
Sogni di un’eterna notte
Ora bruciano, traditi
Dalle nostre memorie...
Lacrime, lacrime di rabbia

Nel mio cuore sempre accese,
Parlano, parlano le onde
Di un porto ormai svanito.

Chapter VII: Silent Dream
The silent storm in my heartbeat

Is raging at the questions of soul,
No way back, rising darkness,
Blind angel in a night without stars.
Lost in the silent dream

Of a lonely, broken love.
The fall of hope, of illusion

Is hidden there behind the wild rocks,
To reach the sun, warm my feelings,
I’ll rise where only eagles can fly.

FLY, FLY HIGH,

ENLIGHT MY HEART AND MY EYES,
BRING HOPE WITH YOUR HOLY SUNLIGHT,
THE ANGELS’ FIRE!
The silent storm in my heartbeat

Is raging at the questions of soul,
No way back, rising darkness,
Blind angel in a night without stars.
~ 110 ~
FLY, FLY HIGH,

ENLIGHT MY HEART AND MY EYES,
BRING HOPE WITH YOUR HOLY SUNLIGHT,
THE ANGELS’ FIRE!
I’LL BELIEVE
IN WHAT THE WIND BRINGS TO ME,
IN PURE LOVE AND GREAT EMOTION
I WILL BELIEVE!
Chapter VIII: Bloody Red Dungeons
Lost in a sea of rising darkness

Fear and devotion meet again,
Lost between rhymes of mystic splendour
Heaven is back to war with Hell.
Nobody knows who planned that rock trap,

Wild and ancestral spider’s web,
Evil and dark, red, bleeding dungeons,
Threat for the sake of Mother Earth.
Since the black army won its last war

Cold is the breath of ancient sin,
Rites of inhuman, dark perversion,
Sad, tragic years lost in the myth.
THE SILENT RAGE OF GOD,

ETERNAL HOLY CALL,
RED SUN AND MOON COLLIDING
FROZEN SOUL!
Shades of a velvet, wide horizon,

Fear for a hopeless time to come,
Fire and ice, the white flame’s courage,
Angels’ immortal, blazing sun.
~ 111 ~
Lost in a sea of rising darkness
Fear and devotion meet again,
Lost between rhymes of mystic splendour
Heaven is back to war with Hell.
THE SILENT RAGE OF GOD,

ETERNAL HOLY CALL,
RED SUN AND MOON COLLIDING
FROZEN SOUL!
Luna rossa, pianti, paure,

Rabbia, ira, urla, torture,
Innocenza persa per sempre,
Ombre vagano eterne. (29)
Chapter IX: Son of Pain
Dargor: „While I crossed the mountains’ side

I recalled a memory,
Days of anguish, nights of pain,
Your voice lives on trapped inside my mind
Eternally...
Those wise, last words fade in my soul:

»You had the choice, you chose the Light,
Find your way, Darklands’ son,
Spread your wings, then your heart will fly!«
Thank you, angels, I am now reborn,

This may be my last breath and my final day.
I’M THE SON OF PAIN,

WELCOME, MY NEW FATE...
Hell’s lost flame was life for me,

In that moment I felt free,
I was under an evil spell,
So now I want just to live again...
To live again...
~ 112 ~
I am proud, proud to lead my soul
To new horizons, to the golden sky,
»Find your way, my brave, Darklands’ son,
Wizards, kings, elves and trolls!«
Thank you, angels, I am now reborn,

This may be my last breath and my final day.
I’M THE SON OF PAIN,

WELCOME, MY NEW FATE,
THUNDERGODS I PRAY,
I DENY HELL’S FLAMES!”
Chapter X: The Mystic Prophecy of the Demonknight
Part I: A New Saga Begins
Into the darkness they crossed the marsh

And entered the frozen cave,
A secret path was cut into the rock,
A labyrinth, a twisted maze,
An unknown misty haze.
Open your heart,

Then your mind’s eye!
Khaas’ eyes focused on the grey rock,

He saw it in a different way,
The riddle soon would be solved,
An illusion was carved in the stone,
The arrows show where to go.
Trust in yourself,
Truth awaits you there!
Crawling on their hands and knees

Dark is their endless journey,
So deep the cave of bats
But they will go on and on.
~ 113 ~
THEY ARE THE LAST HOPE FOR MEN, DRAGONS AND DWARVES,
SPIRITS OF THE FORESTS, SHY ELVES AND TROLLS,
FIVE GO FROM ELGARD INTO THE DARKNESS, LEAVING THE LIGHT,
TO FIND THE BLACK ORDER’S IMMORTAL DARK RHYMES,
TO FIND THE WRITTEN WORDS BY HELLGOD’S UNHOLY SON,

PREVENT HIM FROM RETURNING, AND SAVE THE WHOLE WORLD...
THROUGH THE VALLEY OF SIN, LED BY THE WHISPERS OF HOLY WIND,
INTO DAR-KUNOR, A NEW SAGA BEGINS!
The well of dead souls appears,

A red river’s flowing inside,
There’s no way to cross, there’s no way to climb,
They wish they were birds and could fly,
Fly to the other side.
There’s a message
On the dark stone!
They discovered a massive dark stone,

Atop it a riddle inscribed:
„Walk in the bloody abyss
Led onward by Nekron’s black will,
Find the courage in his name!”
Search your conscience,

Read between those words!
„Yes, and now I know...

Nekron’s name is all that
We need to solve this mystery...”
– Iras spoke those holy words.
FIVE GO FROM ELGARD INTO THE DARKNESS, LEAVING THE LIGHT,

THROUGH THE VALLEY OF SIN, LED BY THE WHISPERS OF HOLY WIND,
INTO DAR-KUNOR, A NEW SAGA BEGINS!
~ 114 ~
Iras Algor: „And so this new riddle finally revealed itself to me. The solution lay in Nekron’s name.
In the Nekranos alphabet certain numbers corresponding to the letters of his name aligned in accordance
with black geometry, enabling us to walk on invisible steps across the silent abyss, reaching the other side of
the cave. Unknown horrors awaited us behind those two dark portals...”
Part II: Through the Portals of Agony
Tarish: By all the gods of my nordic lands... we are at the gates of death...
Khaas: They were built with the severed limbs of humans and elves...
Dargor: ...under the orders of my father, Vankar...
Lothen: I can feel suffering in every rock...
Iras: Listen to the silence...
Tarish: That must be the great hall...
Dargor: The unholy place where the Black Order was born...
Part III: The Black Order
Since five thousand years, age of Primordial Wars,

The men of the Known World read Nekron’s manuscripts,
Power, blood and luxury attracted some of them,
Who denied the gift of Light, sealed their bloody faith to...
Hell, Kron and his son,

He revealed to them the key to
Resurrect his soul,
He would be the avenger of his death.
Nekron, once dead,

Would survive in their faith.
HERE THEY CAME TO PRAY FOR HIM,

A NEW BLACK ORDER,
DAR-KUNOR WAS A GATHERING OF FOOLS,
EVIL SEED FOR NEW TRAGIC WARS.
Sacrifice of innocents, darkest rites with human flesh,

This was written in the Books, seven, like the sins of men,
But horror fills the one that keeps the most terrible prophecy,
With it Nekron gave the key to awaken him from sleep.
~ 115 ~
Sad, dark prophecy,
Our heroes have to find it
Or the world will suffer,
The last book contains another key.
All the wizards know

The Seventh Book’s the only hope.
THERE MAY BE A KEY IN THE SEVENTH BOOK,

A MESSAGE FOR THE EVIL ORDER,
HOW TO HIDE THE ANGELS’ RHYMES,
SO THEY NEVER WILL BE SEEN AGAIN.
Part IV: Nekron’s Seventh Book
Khaas: Great lords of thunder... the seventh lost book...? There... upon the altar?
Dargor: Yes... that is the Book. I am sure of it! I’ve heard my father describe it many times...
Tarish: Let us take it and leave this godforsaken place!
Iras: ...the legendary evil book is now in our hands. Let us make haste... this was too easy...
Part V: Escape from Horror
Khaas: What are these noises?

Dargor: What’s happening?
Tarish: What’s going on?
Iras: Removing it has awakened some nameless horror.
Khaas: Let us leave here now...
Tarish: Look... there! Hands coming up from the ground...

Khaas: Ahhh...
Iras: Great... get away from here!
Tarish: Come on... let’s move!
Iras: Move... this way! This way!
Scene di vita, eroica memoria

Verso la luce della speranza,
Nel cieco oblio della lor fuga,
Nel grigio limbo tra vita e morte. (30)
~ 116 ~
King Uriel: „Fleeing through the labyrinths with the hordes of the living dead fast upon them, once
again they found themselves trapped in front of the abyss. But with no time to think about black geometry
they leaped into the red river, for any death would have been better than the one waiting for them, created by
the hungry creatures of Darkness.”
Ossa e fango,
Ma il respiro
C’è! (31)
Covered by skulls and bones, in

Hargor’s marsh they found a way to
Hide from the sons of Darkness
Who betrayed the angels’ Light.
FIVE WENT FROM ELGARD INTO THE DARKNESS, LEAVING THE LIGHT,

FINALLY OUT OF THE DARK THEY SEE THE LIGHT OF THE MOON,
THEY STOLE FROM DAR-KUNOR THE SEVENTH BLACK BOOK.
~ 117 ~
Chapter XI: Dark Reign of Fire
Part I: Dark Reign of Fire
AMON DOREN SATA

TOREN ATHAS KRONA,
NEKRON FERA ALKOR
TARNA HARGOR VORAN,
HARGOR VORAN.
Nekron’s bloody shadow

Lives on in his dark words,
Hargor knows what happened,
Now it’s time to run fast
Before they come.
Run, valiant heroes and hide

The dark words of hellgod’s last son!
AMON DOREN SATA

TOREN ATHAS KRONA,
NEKRON FERA ALKOR
TARNA HARGOR VORAN,
HARGOR VORAN.
Then they found the river

That led them to Fenor,
Onward down to Orin,
Orin was their shelter,
Now they were safe.
Triumph or agony depends on how

You will use those words.
~ 118 ~
Part II: Winter Dawn’s theme
Orin opened its grey walls, Hanos received them,

One of the wise kings who believed in the Order’s plan
To save the Known World.
After a long-deserved rest

They went forth in the dawn,
Their way back would be long.
The evil forces are planning the worst act

In the history of these lands,
What this book could reveal to them is divine.
King Uriel: „Soon the Black Book will be opened with consequences beyond any nightmare. Be
ready to face its evil revelations. Today, at the whisper of the darkest winds, a new saga begins!”
Eloin: „Pass through our Middle Forests safely, old friend, my heart goes with you beyond
mountains and oceans. I see what fate has decreed, I see it in the holy stars. The seizure of Nekron’s book is
only the beginning of a great adventure and we shall meet again. We shall defend our beloved Earth. Myth
and legend ride with you!”
„Eahren eilah tieri lótar, nairi áhalken eilen ámónier sólren árvá... Ámer hlón eahren tieri faeðen,
áhalken eilen ámónier sólren árvá...”
~ 119 ~
~ 120 ~
Part III – The Frozen Tears of
Angels
~ 121 ~
In the distant silent echoes of lost, forgotten and ghostly dimensions, in the divine breath of
the majestic woods, from the north to the south, up to these lonely valleys kissed by the
melancholy of the new autumn, carried by the darkest winds of hate and sorrow, the worst of the
unholy truths is soon going to be revealed...
...a truth bleeding from the dark pages of a testament of pure Evil, written with the blood of
the angels and threatening not only our beloved Enchanted Lands but the whole Known World.
Our brothers and sisters and all the creatures of Earth are in danger and even the beloved angels of
the celestial skies are fearing the cosmic threat of the dark prophecy slowly revealing itself... May
their holy tears cleanse our spirit, cure the wounds of our soul and give us the necessary strength
of mind and body to face the primordial essence of rage and terror...
Beloved angels, with our immortal love we call you! We will serve you and your divine
Light until the end of time... in memory of our fallen heroes and remembering the glorious
victories of a never forgotten past, when the heavens stormed the Black Gates and defeated Hell in
the ancient times of the Primordial Age... Be it so, now and forever!
Uriel, King of Elgard, also known as the Wizard King
I cannot deny, my friends, beloved brothers and sisters, that in the Enchanted Lands, and
the surrounding towns and realms of the Known World, a strange atmosphere reigns indeed. The
autumnal winds bring us the sad whispers of the Falin, the flying spirits of the holy forests, and
this is surely not a good sign. For too long the silence of the birds is turning our Middle Forests
into sinister Ghostlands. Our people live quietly and proudly as if nothing shall happen but I,
Etherus, King Uriel and the other valorous members of the White Dragon’s Order know very well
that this is just the calm before the storm... A terrific storm...
Lately, I spoke with the northern winds and called the wisdom of Eloin... my heart and my
soul feel the worst lies before us... there is not much time left to avoid what a sinister destiny has
reserved for our lands... Fifty moons ago we reached our beloved Elgard, with the precious and
hellish book in our hands. This evil seventh and last Black Book, found in the caves of Dar-Kunor,
brought with itself the sinister laments of the damned. Yes, my friends... Nekron’s last book is not
just a book but the black key of a gate, a gate of Hell, a passage connecting this world and the
dimensions of pure Evil, where tortured souls wander on the path of eternal sufferance. A
dimension of pure Chaos and oblivion, the passage that Nekron himself wants to use to reinstate a
reign of dark terror in the name of cosmic Evil!
In the meantime, the disciples of the Black Order have been organising themselves to
strengthen this tragic event... For centuries, they have been awaiting the resurrection and the
awake of their black messiah, and since the moment we left their dark lands with the precious
Black Book in our hands, they have been planning more intensively this tragic and devastating
event. I feel it in the lamenting shades of the holy twilight.
Nekron’s Seventh Black Book is now lying in the secret halls of Elgard’s main fortress
~ 122 ~
chosen as centre for the activities of the White Dragon’s Order. Etherus and I studied its dark, evil
pages for days and nights... feeling that the battle against time for the sake of our world has
already begun... unholy symbols and words written in an ancient language, extremely difficult to
be faced and understood... hellish rhymes smelling of pain, fear and blood... but between those evil
and mostly enigmatic pages, after the seventh moon, we began to understand a genial riddle
connected to the rhymes of Hell...
As we overlapped pages we realised, the letters formed a map with a few indications
written in a more understandable Nekranos alphabet, fortunately known by most of the wizards
living among our lands. Probably something made recently by these same disciples of the Black
Order to protect Nekron’s evil prophecy.
Oh, mighty gods of the immortal Light... Erian... after a long search it came out that Erian’s
White Book was more than a simple legend... as all of us, founders of the White Dragon’s Order,
started to believe a while ago... it could have been found in an unknown place located between the
majestic White Mountains of the Northlands, at the unexplored borders of our Known World. That
holy book, written by the angel-warrior Erian with his own blood, if found, would have been the
key to fully understand the words of Nekron’s prophecy and would have been the only possible
way to stop it. There was no more time to waste... the Erian’s Book had to be found... It was time to
finally answer to the last and dramatic angels’ mystic call!
Iras Algor, First Wizard of the White Dragon’s Order
~ 123 ~
Chapter I: Dark, Frozen World (32)
King Uriel: „Nekron’s dark pages proclaimed the worst of all the known prophecies. Erian’s book,
the only possible way to stop it, had to be found. The hour had come to answer the angels’ last desperate
call!”
Arcana mala dicta,

Arcana mortifera...
Ad gloriam inflammatus!
„Sed ubi ea sunt

Comperta in regno,
Pars dole, dolere
Vulnus mortiferum,
Sed ubi ea sunt
Pars dole, dolere,
Age quod, quod agis,
Tenebrae Infernae!”
Gelidus tremor
Vulnus mortiferum...
Arcana mala dicta,

Arcana mortifera...
Gelidus tremor!
Chapter II: Sea of Fate
Mirrors reflecting
The broken illusion of
One lost and sinful mind,
Mind’s eye, protect me
While caught in this dark world of
Fear and fading hope...
My soul is worn.
THE SUN LONELY WORDS OF INNOCENCE LOST

IN THE SHADES, NOW REVEALED BY A FATE NEVER TOLD,
A SEA OF NEW HOPE WON’T FEAR HIS REBIRTH,
IN ITS WATERS WE’LL WAIT FOR THE GREAT HEAVENS’ CALL!
~ 124 ~
Fragments of tortured
Existence revealing cold
Whispers of lonely ghosts,
Ghosts led by shadows,
Enlightening the source of all
Evil of darkened faith
And mortal pain.
THE SUN LONELY WORDS OF INNOCENCE LOST

IN THE SHADES, NOW REVEALED BY A FATE NEVER TOLD,
A SEA OF NEW HOPE WON’T FEAR HIS REBIRTH,
IN ITS WATERS WE’LL WAIT FOR THE GREAT HEAVENS’ CALL!
Chapter III: Crystal Moonlight
Lonely vibration of pure and divine

Energy trapped in dead silence,
Tell about feelings now lost in a time
Forgotten by all men.
Starfire, light up his unholy words,

Prophecy kept by the Ancients,
And then reveal the last fate of all,
The world needs to know.
Presenze insane, vane verità,

Spettri d’arcani mondi cercano al di là
L’al di quà. (33)
MOONLIGHT, TAKE MY EMOTION NOW,

MOONLIGHT, NEVER FORGIVE ME,
MOONLIGHT, ROMANTIC SHADE OF THE MOONLIGHT,
MAY YOU REFLECT THE CRYSTALLINE GLARE OF MY FATE!
Thousands and thousands of wandering souls

Cry for the lust of a new life,
Damned to ascend but to come back again
For great will of revenge.
~ 125 ~
Aeons infected, merciless space,
Tyrants of worlds now colliding,
I am the gateway – the seed of your mind,
A truth and a lie.
Presenze insane, vane verità,

Spettri d’arcani mondi cercano al di là
L’al di quà.
MOONLIGHT, TAKE MY EMOTION NOW,

MOONLIGHT, NEVER FORGIVE ME,
MOONLIGHT, ROMANTIC SHADE OF THE MOONLIGHT,
MAY YOU REFLECT THE CRYSTALLINE GLARE OF MY FATE!
Chapter IV: Reign of Terror
LIBER SCRIPTUS, LIBER PROFERETUR

IN QUO TOTUM CONTINETUR,
UNDE MUNDUS IUDICETUR. (34)
Rage! War!
Lacrimosa dies illa,
Qua resurget ex favilla. (35)
Rites of brutal violence,

Tears of broken innocence,
Chaos and intolerance,
Cum resurget pater lacrimarum. (36)
Seven raging, epic wars,

Seven towers’ bleeding stone,
Seven sins for his rebirth,
Cum resurget pater tenebrarum. (37)
~ 126 ~
For the children fallen,
For the dreams you’ve stolen,
For the smile of women,
For respect and love,
May the flame of angels
Clash your hordes of demons,
Stop your resurrection,
Burn your fallen soul!
Libera nos... (38)

UNDE MUNDUS IUDICETUR,
REIGN OF TERROR!
In the shade of evil rhymes

Pain, hate, blasphemy
Written with the angels’ cry,
Cum resurget pater lacrimarum.
One more day to serve the Light,

One more chance to honour life,
One more hope for earth and sky,
Cum resurget pater tenebrarum.

Libera nos...
REIGN OF TERROR!
~ 127 ~
In your last cry...
I died;
For your new smile...
I’ll face Hell.

Libera nos...
REIGN OF TERROR!
Chapter V: Danza di Fuoco e Ghiaccio (39)
King Uriel: „Four bravehearts, as they were justly called, were summoned for this challenge. Iras
will be the one to lead them through the domain of the trolls. They would go into the green valleys and follow
the White River until they reached the magic woods of Aranen... beyond them with a real danger. But surely
the immortal flame of the angels would live and breathe once again in the warriors’ legendary steel!”
Nel cammino lento e grave

Freddo e vento ruban già
Il profumo ed il calore
D’ormai pallide realtà.
Tra le cime più lontane,

Più velate identità,
Melodiose dissonanze
Di occulta verità.
~ 128 ~
Gloria a te, o Padre Sole, il tuo fuoco domerò,
Gloria a te, o Madre Luna, dal tuo pianto io berrò,
Della notte senza stelle il lupo or sarà
L’occhio vigile, il custode di rispetto e di lealtà.
FUOCO E GHIACCIO ANCOR

DANZANO EBBRI NEL MIO CUOR,
DANZANO EBBRI DEL MIO AMOR
PER IL PADRE CHE GENERÒ
E LA CUI FORZA MIA FARÒ,
PER LA MADRE CHE GENERÒ,
PER LA CUI SORTE LOTTERÒ –
DANZA... DANZA... DANZA DI FUOCO E GHIACCIO.
Nell’immenso di una rima

Il mio canto invocherà
Dei miei angeli la forza
Verso empie oscurità.
Al creato senza tempo

Il mio io anelerà,
Il suo demone riflesso
Nell’eterno fuggirà.
Gloria a te, o Padre Sole, il tuo fuoco domerò,

Gloria a te, o Madre Luna, dal tuo pianto io berrò,
Della notte senza stelle il lupo or sarà,
L’occhio vigile, il custode di rispetto e di lealtà.

DANZANO EBBRI NEL MIO CUOR,
DANZANO EBBRI DEL MIO AMOR
PER IL PADRE CHE GENERÒ
E LA CUI FORZA MIA FARÒ,
PER LA MADRE CHE GENERÒ,
PER LA CUI SORTE LOTTERÒ –
DANZA... DANZA... DANZA DI FUOCO E GHIACCIO.
~ 129 ~
Eternità, il mio fato in te vivrà,
Trascenderà cio che è stato e che sarà,
Eternità, il tuo tempo annienterà
Dei demoni l’abbagliante oscurità,
Sacra Eternità!
Chapter VI: Raging Starfire
In the winter night a lonely wolf defying the coldness,

I recall his force to face the long way to the north.
Clash of the thunders, might of the starlords,

Rage of the icestorm, wrath of the gods,
For a new legend dragons and angels
Will storm the darklord, quaking his world.
The sacred flames of Heaven,

Forgotten winds of war,
Celestial, wide horizons,
New golden, rising dawns.
The embrace of ice and snow could stop the bravest warrior
But the thirst for justice still and more will warm our soul.
Clash of the thunders, might of the starlords,

Rage of the icestorm, wrath of the gods,
For a new legend dragons and angels
Will storm the darklord, quaking his world.
The sacred flames of Heaven,

Forgotten winds of war,
Celestial, wide horizons,
New golden, rising dawns.
RAGING, WILD, DIVINE STARFIRE,

BURN DARK WORLDS OF ICE AND SNOW,
RAGING, WILD, DIVINE STARFIRE,
FATES COLLIDE IN YOUR GREAT SOURCE,
WILD, IMMORTAL FORCE!
~ 130 ~
Chapter VII: Lost in Cold Dreams
Shy, nameless whisper,

Ghost, veiled of fading shade
Your gentle presence,
I feel on me your hand.
Revealing sorrow,
The pain of times now gone,
Innocence bleeding
A never answered call.
Feel me, tell me,

Take my hand and fly in the
Shadows, where your hopes are
Lying, where your stolen
Beauty forever cries.
THE CRY OF HEAVEN,

THE TEARS OF ANGELS,
A TRAGIC DESTINY UNFOLDS...
BREATHE IN MY ESSENCE
OF RAINING STARDUST,
I’LL HEAL YOUR WOUNDS, BELOVED, PURE SOUL
IN COLD DREAMS!
Grey, storming oceans,

Winds blowing all their rage,
Black clouds arising,
And then just fear and hate.
Dear little sister,

They took your joyful smile,
Lady of winter –
Grant her a ray of light.
Feel me, tell me,

Take my hand and fly in the
Shadows, where your hopes are
Lying, where your stolen
Beauty forever cries.
~ 131 ~
THE CRY OF HEAVEN,
THE TEARS OF ANGELS,
A TRAGIC DESTINY UNFOLDS...
BREATHE IN MY ESSENCE
OF RAINING STARDUST,
I’LL HEAL YOUR WOUNDS, BELOVED, PURE SOUL
IN COLD DREAMS!
In cold dreams I’m lost...
Chapter VIII: On the Way to Ainor
Farewell, my dear last breath of green,

Aranen’s flag fights cold, icy winds,
White River, flow, you led our way,
Now a new, wild path to the far Plains.
Skylords, arise!
Your thunders are quaking my soul.
Rage of the heavens, storm!
In me now it pounds, your great force.
One more time

We turn back sad but proud,
Just silence and grey rock
Toward the last known town.
IN AGES OF HATE AND RAGING SWORDS,

ALONG THESE GREY PLAINS SO WILD AND COLD,
THE ARMIES OF DRAGONS, ELVES AND MEN
ALL STORMED THE DARK GATES OF A THOUSAND HELLS,
AND NOW WE’LL DECLARE ETERNAL WAR
TO EVERY DAMNED NEW HELLISH LORD
ON THE WAY TO AINOR!
Dark hells, beware!

The angels are calling my name,
A sacred fate for who
Was born as half demon, half man.
~ 132 ~
One more time
We turn back sad but proud,
Just silence and grey rock
Toward the last known town.
IN AGES OF HATE AND RAGING SWORDS,

ALONG THESE GREY PLAINS SO WILD AND COLD,
THE ARMIES OF DRAGONS, ELVES AND MEN
ALL STORMED THE DARK GATES OF A THOUSAND HELLS,
AND NOW WE’LL DECLARE ETERNAL WAR
TO EVERY DAMNED NEW HELLISH LORD
ON THE WAY TO AINOR!
Chapter IX: The Frozen Tears of Angels
Iras Algor: „At the first lights of dawn, after long weeks of riding through the natural
obstacles of the middle realms, Dargor, Princess Lothen, Khaas, Tarish and I finally reached the
glorious town of Ainor, one of the last liveable places on our way to the frozen Northlands. Once
here, the people welcomed us and we found rest and peace being treated like heroes... At this
point, none of the people living in this town, with exception of its king and the wizards, knew
about the reason of our arrival but surely our unexpected visit put fear into the minds of many. It
was still too early to announce to the world the dangers threatening it. In the meantime, the master
wizard Erlien, made aware by myself of the latest decisions of the White Dragon’s Order,
honoured me with the key of wisdom and access to the glorious secrets of the town in the highest
tower of Ainor’s fortress...
Now I am here, my friends, in front of thousands and thousands of books and documents
written by the wise hands of the men and the elves who populated the wide Nordic Plains over the
last centuries. And after a long search I found what I was looking for. Under the light of a sad, pale
moon these old manuscripts covered by the dust of time revealed one important and scary detail
about our dangerous quest... an enigmatic game of words reveals a name: Har-Kuun...
Oh, my god... Har-Kuun, one of the legendary and now forgotten gates of Hell, one of the
ancient fortresses of Nekron in the primordial times... yes, Har-Kuun... my old friend Aresius once
told me about it... Har-Kuun may be the place where the Black Order’s disciples were hiding the
legendary Erian’s Book over all these centuries after they had taken it from the secret halls of this
town... Har-Kuun... I feel a strange sensation... a very fearful sensation...
There is no more time to lose, it is time to finally continue our journey through the snow
and the ice of the frozen and unexplored lands in the direction of the White Mountains, more
precisely to Nair-Kaan, the holy mountain where, as the jesters sang, in the ancient times
legendary epic battles were fought between the heavens and Hell, by angels and demons... if Har-
Kuun is not just a myth, then it should be located somewhere there...
~ 133 ~
So now it’s our turn to explore those white, icy places, not knowing what we shall
ultimately find. The place where Erian’s words, the only chance to discover more about the
demonknight’s prophecy and the way to stop him, may be hidden, the place where the legendary
hellish Har-Kuun may dramatically reveal itself to us... yes, right there, where even the tears of the
angels can’t be anything else but frozen!”
Eloin: „Beware, my friends, for you face the demonknight’s prophecy. You see now the fearsome
Har-Kuun is not a myth. Three thousand years ago, in the Age of the Red Moon, the lords of the Darklands
defeated the army of the Nordic Plains taking Erian’s book from Ainor’s hall. Where they had hidden it, those
disciples of the Black Order, it’s known only now. Covered by the dust of time it lies deep in Har-Kuun.
Beware, my friends, the demonknight’s prophecy unfolds!”
Har-Kuun...
Frozen, frozen!
Trapped in dimensions of cryptic, grey space,

Phantoms of dying worlds arise in my torment...
My broken, torn, wounded heart.
Slave of a fate carved in hate,
Once baptised in these dark waters, I’m dead and frozen,
My feelings, veiled fear.
Segrete memorie
Scolpite nel tempo,
Sospiri e lacrime,
Frammenti d’anima,
Un destino ormai segnato...
Vivo e piango
In una grigia nota di torbida speranza,
Nel decadente verso mortale d’un respiro senza età. (40)
ICELAND REVEALING DARKNESS,

COLD WORLDS, ETERNAL SORROW,
A DEAD MOON LIGHTENING
THE FROZEN TEARS OF SAD, IMMORTAL ANGELS...
WHITE, MYSTIC ICELAND REVEALING DARKNESS,
THE FROZEN TEARS OF SAD, IMMORTAL ANGELS.
WHITE, MYSTIC LAND...
~ 134 ~
From his black chalice I drank bleeding pain,
Vampire lustful and true horror-made flesh...
Who am I? Where do I go?
Now the dark gate is so close,
I’ll be led by the angels to fight what I’ve been once,
Condemned now to face him.
Celate parole
D’oscura natura,
Sospiri e lacrime,
Frammenti d’anima,
Un destino ormai segnato...
Vivo e piango
In una grigia nota di torbida speranza,
Nel decadente verso mortale d’un respiro senza età. (41)
ICELAND REVEALING DARKNESS,

THE FROZEN TEARS OF SAD, IMMORTAL ANGELS...
WHITE, MYSTIC ICELAND REVEALING DARKNESS,
THE FROZEN TEARS OF SAD, IMMORTAL ANGELS.
WHITE, MYSTIC LAND...
Frozen, frozen!
Har-Kuun...
~ 135 ~
~ 136 ~
Part IV – The Cold Embrace of Fear:
A Dark Romantic Symphony
~ 137 ~
Chapter I: The Pass of Nair-Kaan
[Walking into a tempest of ice]
Khaas: Where are we, Iras?

Iras: Near to the doorway of Hell...
Dargor: Can you... can you see?
Tarish: No, but we must press on... what is that?
Khaas: Howling... it’s coming from everywhere...
Iras: Naroth... run!
[Running fast, chased by Naroth, they face the avalanche]
Dargor: Ah... what’s that...?

Tarish: What’s...?
Dargor: The ground! Give me way...
Khaas: It’s an avalanche!
Dargor: Watch out, men!
Tarish: Noo! Hold on!
Dargor: Aaaaaahh...!
Tarish: Aaahh, help me...! Aaahh! Huh, huh, huh...
Khaas: Argh... are you all right?

Dargor: Are there any injured? Are you well, my friend?
Chapter II: Dark, Mystic Vision
Dargor: Iras...
Iras: The Lonely Mountain... and behind it the secret place... Prepare for what lies behind those icy rocks...
~ 138 ~
Chapter III: The Ancient Fires of Har-Kuun
Brivido amaro or piega il fiero volto,

Tersa paura al suo levar l’occhio sì stanco,
Fredda visione dal mondo dimenticata,
Antica porta ch’al morto sol, al vero mal conduce... (42)
Har-Kuun!
Seven black towers tearing the skies,

Seven the guardians of the Underworld’s night,
Archways of dark stone, mad, gothic maze,
Unholy fortress built on anger and hate.
OVER MAJESTIC PEAKS

WE HAIL THE FALLEN KINGS,
GREAT WARRIORS BORN TO WIN,
CELESTIAL, BLAZING STEEL,
MILLIONS OF SWORDS AND SHIELDS
FLAMING THE COLDEST WIND,
DARK GATE, PRIMORDIAL SIN,
BLACK LEGEND NOW REVEALED.
Transcending vision, ancestral madness,

Chaos and oblivion, gateway to Hell.
All’ignoto va il lor sguardo,

Piange il cuore il negato,
Nell’oblio di un rimpianto
Sferza l’ombra il suo passato. (43)
Ruins of mighty Evil asking for new splendour,

Cosmic hell’s dominion, Nekron’s resurrection.
Burn the skies of gods and angels

Flames of force divine,
The great call of shining heavens
Storms the walls of Kron,
The ancient fires of Har-Kuun.
~ 139 ~
ILLUMINATI SUMUS
ADHUC DIVINITUS,
PRAEDICTIO MALEDICTUM,
INFERNUS REX FOEDUS,
HIBERNUS TEMPUS ANNI,
VENTORUM FURIA,
OBSCURITAS NATURAE,
AETERNA TENEBRA! (44)
Eterno fuoco ancor vivo ed or pulsante,

Pietra opaca di ruvido, spento riflesso,
Morte, tormento, rovina di sangue ed odio,
Pena, dolore, o gotico cuor di lamento e pianto... (45)
Har-Kuun!
Sad tales forgotten, mysterious for most,

Now are revealing all their dangerous words,
Another dark entrance, another dark gate,
True gothic nightmare, an infernal descent.
OVER MAJESTIC PEAKS

BLACK LEGEND NOW REVEALED.
Infinite shadows, cosmic damnation,

Dark reign of terror, Evil reborn.
Nel suo infido lamento

Un segreto ferma il passo,
Se nel calice è versato,
Rima il sangue del dannato. (46)
Ruins of mighty Evil asking for new splendour,

Cosmic hell’s dominion, Nekron’s resurrection.
~ 140 ~
Burn the skies of gods and angels
Flames of force divine,
The great call of shining heavens
Storms the walls of Kron,
ILLUMINATI SUMUS
ADHUC DIVINITUS,
VENTORUM FURIA,
OBSCURITAS NATURAE,
AETERNA TENEBRA!
~ 141 ~
Chapter IV: The Betrayal
Iras: „What many believed was only a legend was now lying in front of me... there it was... Erian’s
book of the holy angels... the testament of all the heavens beckoning to me. A black dragon made of stone
stood guard over it, threatening with outstretched wings. As I drew closer my heart pounded, but I cast off
my fear and in the next instant... I opened the book...”
King Uriel: „What Erian had written five thousand years before was now finally before their eyes.”
[Suddenly Tarish raises a knife to Iras’ throat]
Dargor: Elf of the caves!

Khaas: Tarish, what in God’s name are you doing?
Iras: You insane... fool!
Tarish: I do what must be done...
Dargor: Let him go!
Tarish: Give me the book and I will spare the life of this old wizard!
Lothen: Traitor...
Iras: He knows not what he’s doing!
Tarish: I know very well what I am doing... hand it to me! Give it to me or he will die!
Khaas: All right... take the book but let Iras go...
Iras: Nooo...
[In the next instant Khaas and Dargor attack Tarish]
Iras: Take it... from him!

Tarish: Fools... this belongs to the Black Order.
Dargor: Leave it... leave it!
Iras: Ahhh... I’m bleeding!
Lothen: Help him!
Iras: Do not let him escape... go after him! We must have the book...
Dargor: I will return with it!
Iras: „As I lay wounded... an incredible pain shooting through my head... I saw Dargor struggling
with Tarish.... he won! But before dying, the elf king was able to tear some pages out of Erian’s book... then
everything turned to black...”
~ 142 ~
Chapter V: Neve Rosso Sangue (47)
Cuore dal triste fato,

Difetto di lealtà
Ch’or la neve nasconde già,
Sana la sua ferita,
L’ombra di un’entità
Che a nuova luce convergerà.
NEVE, SCENDI E SCIOGLI AL SOL

IL MIO PECCATO NEL TUO CANDOR!
Candida vibrazione,
Lume d’eternità,
Arde nell’aere la tua unicità,
Scorgo nel tuo pallore
Ultima verità,
Rea di sacra omertà.
NEVE, SCENDI E SCIOGLI AL SOL

IL MIO PECCATO NEL TUO CANDOR!
Chapter VI: Erian’s Lost Secrets
OVER MAJESTIC PEAKS

BLACK LEGEND NOW REVEALED...
Tarish, your blood coloured the snow,

Why, old friend, did you choose the lie?
May your soul now rest in peace
And still ascend to Heaven’s glare.
~ 143 ~
Erian’s words in our hands
May dry the angels’ frozen tears,
I feel the way is still so long,
This neverending tale will unfold...
OLD, SACRED WISDOM,

GREAT HOPE FOR ALL MEN,
FOR COUNTLESS KINGDOMS,
FOR THE WHOLE KNOWN WORLD.
Spirits of winter, lead our way

Between the dangers of this cold land,
These ancient pages cannot be lost,
The glory of heavens clearly revealed.
Sinister voices trapped in the wind,

It’s following us, dark, creeping Har-Kuun,
Silent snowfall, spare our lives,
The hardest journey still has not begun...
OLD, SACRED WISDOM,

GREAT HOPE FOR ALL MEN,
FOR COUNTLESS KINGDOMS,
FOR THE WHOLE KNOWN WORLD.
A new fate for gods and angels

Shines in our hands,
The lost words of raging heavens
Storm the walls of Kron,
ILLUMINATI SUMUS
ADHUC DIVINITUS,
VENTORUM FURIA,
OBSCURITAS NATURAE,
AETERNA TENEBRA!
~ 144 ~
Chapter VII: The Angels’ Dark Revelation
Iras: „When I regained consciousness, I could see Dargor... and around him a mantel of snow. Oh,
friends of the beloved lands... we had survived! Though racked with pain, I called for the precious magic
book. I opened it and immediately realised how lucky we were... only a few pages were missing. Those
glorious words written by an angel were there before my mortal eyes... this was a sight I had lived my whole
life hoping one day to see...”
King Uriel: „All the divine wisdom of the angels was contained in those ancient pages. Tired and
weary they came upon the village of Nairin, on the eastern side of the White Mountains, home to the little
elves. There they could rest... and Iras, after being cured by the elves’ magic arts, could finally examine the
mysteries of Erian’s work... but what he discovered in doing so, he never expected. Erian’s words were not
only completely clear, but they were tragic and prophetic as well. A revelation of angels...”
ARCANA MALA DICTA...
~ 145 ~
~ 146 ~
Part V – From Chaos to Eternity
~ 147 ~
The Dark Secret Revealed
Erian finally spoke and a tragic dark secret threatening the whole Known World was so
revealed. The words of the legendary and holy book written with the blood of the angels were
dramatic and clear... During the last one of the Primordial Wars fought between the heavens and
the Hell, Thanor, the black dragon, betrayed his master Nekron, by revealing the place where the
son of Kron was hidden to the angels... But when the son of Kron discovered the fact... the rage of
Hell quaked the earth! Thanor was so tortured, his two eyes ripped out of his face before he was
killed... his pain trapped in the dark stone...
Iras and his brave friends finally understood... they remembered the dragon of stone
without eyes who kept Erian’s book in the fortress of Har-Kuun... it must have been Thanor
himself... The legend tells that after the angels found and defeated Nekron and trapped him
beyond the physical dimension, they took the eyes of Thanor from the rest of his body and turned
them into two precious stones, Aelin and Mornir. Later the same angels threw the holy stones in
the lands of the Known World, symbolically spreading courage and wisdom in the name of the
powerful creature who, despite his dark past, lost his life and helped the angels to guarantee the
final triumph of Light. The first stone, Aelin, had been thrown in the southern part of the
Enchanted Lands, in the sinister and dusty Ghostlands. The second stone, Mornir, in the elvish
Waterfalls’ Kingdom. Nobody could have imagined that those two legendary stones would be so
important for the fate of our Known World...
Erian’s book also revealed that on the day of the seventh eclipse, when the moon would be
darkening the sun for the last time of the century, the mystic energies of the eclipse would awake
the seven winged demons of Har-Kuun, who were capable of opening the gate of Hell and
allowing Nekron’s evil resurrection... the end of all things! But on the same day, if Thanor had
gotten his eyes back, the scream of his soul would quake the earth again and he would be able to
rise for one last time under the spell of the angels to stop Nekron’s cruel plans.
Because of Tarish and his unexpected betrayal, the other pages of Erian’s book were
missing... Despite those lost words, what they had to know was clear... no doubt about it... The
search for the two precious stones, the legendary eyes of Thanor, had to start immediately!
Meanwhile, the kings and wizards of the White Dragon’s Order, once informed about the events,
summoned and decreed that Etherus, Iras and Dargor, accompanied by the same team of friends
who bravely faced the frozen Northlands and the dangers of Har-Kuun, would now have to travel
to the borders of the Known World on the quest for Aelin and Mornir.
The time had also come to officially inform the people of the Enchanted Lands and the
middle reigns about the imminent threat and to put together in a short time the greatest army of
the Known World for a new tragic battle, for what could surely turn into being the most epic clash
of glittering steel since the seventh and last Primordial War. At this time the disciples of the Black
Order are organising themselves for the coming of their dark lord and his bloody dominion.
Therefore there was no time to lose anymore... the world is calling!
Uriel, King of Elgard, also known as the Wizard King
~ 148 ~
Chapter I: Ad Infinitum (48)
King Uriel: „The holy words of Erian were filled with the power of the angels. Their meaning clear,
as a glittering stream. They spoke of the last of the Primordial Wars and of the moment when Thanor, the
black dragon turned against Nekron and he revealed to the angels the place where he was hiding. When the
unholy son of Kron discovered this, his rage cracked the earth!”
Chapter II: From Chaos to Eternity
FROM CHAOS TO ETERNITY!
Dead space all around,

Grey shades, not one sound,
Dark thoughts, half-alive,
Chaos born, life denied.
I’ll live – make me live,

I’ll feel – make me feel,
I’ll be – let me be,
Set me free...
Save my soul, save my world!
I need him, I see him,

A new emotion fills me,
Inside me, beyond me,
Expanding to his cosmic will.
AN ANGEL SPOKE,
HIS SOUL WILL SOAR
FROM RUINS OF HATE, SILENT PAIN, ENDLESS WAR,
LED FROM CHAOS TO ETERNITY,
MORTAL DESTINY,
HIS BLEEDING RHYME OF DIVINE TRAGEDY,
A NEW TRACE OF HOPE IS CARVED IN HIM,
THE SECRET OF MY UNIVERSE, MY SIN!
~ 149 ~
Darkened entity
Chasing loneliness,
Nowhere I can hide,
One choice: truth or lie?
I’ll live – make me live,

I’ll feel – make me feel,
I’ll be – let me be,
Set me free...
Save my soul, save my world!
I need him, I see him,

A new emotion fills me,
Inside me, beyond me,
Expanding to his cosmic will.
AN ANGEL SPOKE,
HIS SOUL WILL SOAR
FROM RUINS OF HATE, SILENT PAIN, ENDLESS WAR,
LED FROM CHAOS TO ETERNITY,
MORTAL DESTINY,
HIS BLEEDING RHYME OF DIVINE TRAGEDY,
A NEW TRACE OF HOPE IS CARVED IN HIM,
THE SECRET OF MY UNIVERSE, MY SIN!
~ 150 ~
Chapter III: Tempesta di Fuoco (49)
Vuoto e tradito da un cupo passato

Declina ora in me l’inerzia del fato,
Colgo un presente ormai rarefatto
Vibrare in un sè di rosso scarlatto.
Il di lei mal sospiro

Vela il senso nell’oblio.
Scorgo un futuro di mille domande,

Tra un sì ed un no il tempo s’infrange,
Ma tra quesiti, pensieri e parole,
Effimero in me il quando, il come.
Il di lei mal sospiro

Fonde il fato nel divino.
ARDE IN ME L’INTENSITÀ
DI FOLLIA E VERITÀ,
LA TEMPESTA INFIAMMERÀ,
NEL SUO FUOCO FILTRERÀ
OCEANI DI VACUITÀ E DI SILENTE PIANTO...
TRA FUOCO E LACRIME!
Vuoto e tradito da un cupo passato

Declina ora in me l’inerzia del fato,
Colgo un presente ormai rarefatto
Vibrare in un sè di rosso scarlatto.
Frammento di stelle, vibrante entità

Tra il tutto ed il niente perduta sarà.
ARDE IN ME L’INTENSITÀ
DI FOLLIA E VERITÀ,
LA TEMPESTA INFIAMMERÀ,
NEL SUO FUOCO FILTRERÀ
OCEANI DI VACUITÀ E DI SILENTE PIANTO...
TRA FUOCO E LACRIME!
~ 151 ~
Chapter IV: Ghosts of Forgotten Worlds
One last illusion,

A powdered mirage,
Hidden feelings
Swallowed by the red sand.
Sudden vortex of tormented, damned souls

Of blindness and buried honour,
I recall the sacred starflames,
The great fury of the tornado.
Holy force...
Water, Fire, Wind and Earth, arise!
A lonely trace of sorrow,

One melancholic whisper,
A cell of silent matter
Evolving to new forms of life.
Ancient flesh and blood scream for vengeance

Beneath this unstable surface,
The ground is shaking, the earth is quaking,
It’s the dark fate they once asked for.
„It’s nothing but sand after all...”
Holy force...
Water, Fire, Wind and Earth, arise!
STONE SOULS CAUGHT IN DESERT STORMS,

ONCE CHAINED GHOSTS OF FORGOTTEN WORLDS,
DUSTY WORLDS, CHAOSBORN SANDLORDS!
~ 152 ~
Chapter V: Anima Perduta (50)
Rubata fu
La tua realtà
Al verso dell’autunno
Senza un perchè.
Or mi fissi da lì,
Non te ne vuoi andar,
In vuoto, grigio spazio
Dimorerai.
Spirito sei
E tremula voce,
Ruga del tempo.
VAGHI TREMANTE,
ESSENZA D’ANIMA TRADITA,
TRA LUNA E STELLE ANCOR PERDUTA.
Dimmi se vuoi,
Parla con me,
Dentro il mio vivo sangue
Ti sento già.
Al chinar del sol,

Tra astio e rancor
Il varco puoi trovar
Nel rosato vespro.
Spirito sei,
E tremula voce,
Ruga del tempo.
VAGHI TREMANTE,
ESSENZA D’ANIMA TRADITA,
TRA LUNA E STELLE ANCOR PERDUTA.
~ 153 ~
Chapter VI: Aeons of Raging Darkness
I won’t forget that day,

I won’t forget her name,
What has Hell done to her,
Her pain’s flowing in my blackened soul’s veins.
Libera animas
Omnium defunctorum
De poenis Inferni,
Ne cadant, ne cadant in obscurum...
Libera animas
De poenis Inferni. (51)
Cold frozen night

Bleeding sins and lies,
Nocturnal rhyme
Of unholy pride.
Quake! Crack! Dare! Clash!

Storm the gates of Hell!
MAY YOU BE THE ONE, THE EVERLASTING FLAME OF HOPE,

GLORIFY THE ANGELS AND FIGHT THEIR HOLY WAR,
LET ME FACE THE BEAST AND EVERY SINGLE DEVIL’S SON,
I WILL FREE MY MIND AND I WILL SAVE HER SOUL!
Many don’t realise

What it’s capable of,
What Evil really is
Far beyond its meaning as a mere word.
Requiem aeternam
Dona eis, Domine,
Requiem aeternam,
Lux perpetua, lux luceat eis...
Requiem aeternam
Dona eis, Domine. (52)
~ 154 ~
Her lovely smile
Brutalised and raped,
Her crystal eyes,
She won’t see anymore!
Quake! Crack! Dare! Dash!

Storm the gates of Hell!
MAY YOU BE THE ONE, THE EVERLASTING FLAME OF HOPE,

GLORIFY THE ANGELS AND FIGHT THEIR HOLY WAR,
LET ME FACE THE BEAST AND EVERY SINGLE DEVIL’S SON,
I WILL FREE MY MIND AND I WILL SAVE HER SOUL!
„Why you... why? I will free you!”
Chapter VII: I Belong to the Stars
ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER TIME,

ANOTHER FLAME THAT BURNS DIVINE,
ANOTHER WORD, ANOTHER THOUGHT,
ANOTHER SIN, ANOTHER HOPE,
ANOTHER REASON TO AWAKE AND LIVE THIS LIFE!
Caught in silver clouds,

Enlightened by a mystic full moon,
You design the horizon
And amaze my minute heart.
Past, present, future,

Trapped in this concept of time
I raise my mind’s eye
To the infinite which lies...
In a silent night, spreading wild stellar might,

Dark heaven,
Fill my art, trace my way, shining grace,
Forever!
~ 155 ~
ANOTHER REASON TO AWAKE AND LIVE THIS LIFE,
’CAUSE ONCE MORE I BELONG TO THE STARS!
Hiding forbidden truths

Keepers of knowledge hard to define,
Keepers of velvet secrets
Veiling softly our cries.
Jewels reflecting light,

Evolving cores of galactic life,
You who forged my essence,
The wild breath of mortal mind...
In a silent night, spreading wild stellar might,

Dark heaven,
Fill my art, trace my way, shining grace,
Forever!

ANOTHER REASON TO AWAKE AND LIVE THIS LIFE,
’CAUSE ONCE MORE I BELONG TO THE STARS!
~ 156 ~
Chapter VIII: Tornado
In primordial times of war

Gods and men, dragonlords fighting for a dead world.
A black sun will scare us all,
Gloomy past carved in hate, ready to be back!
It’s my time, my chance to show

Who you are, who we are, shade of human terror!
May I cause the unborn’s fall,
Through new gates he will come for the end of all!
From empty shadows, electric silence,

In veiled reflections of one lonely sunshine,
In the air my whispered name.
Now condemned to be insane,

Evilborn, you will drown swallowed by oblivion!
Once to Darkness I belonged,
Deep inside you’re the same godforsaken soul!
In my heart the angels’ fate,

In your name fear and pain, violence and bloodshed!
May the thunder’s holy force
Pound in me, burn my sin, storm once more!
From empty shadows electric silence,

In veiled reflections of one lonely sunshine,
In the air my whispered name.
BEYOND THE SECRETS OF SPACE COLLIDING,

IN STELLAR FIRE I WILL BURN TO SAVE
MY WORLD’S UNWRITTEN FATE
FROM QUAKES AND VOLCANOES,
BEYOND THE SECRETS OF SPACE COLLIDING,
IN STELLAR FIRE I WILL RISE AGAIN
AS TEAR OF ANGELS’ PAIN,
AS CYCLONE, TORNADO AGAIN!
~ 157 ~
Aelin and Mornir
Iras: „Aelin, the first eye of Thanor, was found between the wild rocks of the southern
dusty Ghostlands. Pask-Ur, the faithful horse of Dargor, gave his life to allow his master to reach
the invisible rocks in the middle of the deadly marsh, where the magic stone was hidden. Those
acid waters corroded the flesh and the bones of the beloved horse, but before dying he was
nevertheless able to bring the shadowlord to those rocks and then, with a last heroic effort, back to
the safe ground with the stone in his hand. Dargor lamented the sad fate of his beloved friend for
days and nights, but in the end we all understood that there hadn’t been another solution to reach
his goal.
After a long and dangerous journey through the middle eastern lands we finally reached
the Kingdom of the Ancient Waterfalls to find the second eye of Thanor, Mornir. The price to pay
for this new legendary deed was another life, the one of our valorous friend, Khaas. In the
subterranean passage hidden by raging waters of the wildest waterfall, Dargor and Khaas had to
face a terrible fight against a monstrous creature. While Khaas, already condemned to death
because of his mortal wounds, was able to block it with all the strength left in his body, Dargor
could hit the monster with his blade. Another sacrifice, another friend lost, another cry... but finally
the second stone in our hands...
Not much time is left now before the moon will darken the sun and the last eclipse of the
century will be a tragic reality. Right now we are moving to Naimun, the elvish town at the border
of the Middle Sea. A ship will then lead us to Tamien and from there we’ll begin our ride to the
White Mountains, facing again the dangers of the frozen Northlands on the way to Har-Kuun,
where our fate will finally be revealed...
In the meantime the hordes of the Black Order and our army of the middle regions are
marching against each other, day and night, in the direction of the Waterfalls’ Kingdom. A part of
our army is reaching the Nordic Plains around Ainor, another one is organising the ships for a
frontal attack in the Middle Sea. At the same time the wizards of the White Dragon’s Order are
trying to negotiate a fundamental alliance with the lords of the Dragonland. The smell of war is in
the air... the forest is silent too... and maybe for the last time, while crossing these green valleys on
the way to Naimun, we are able to enjoy its wonders...”
~ 158 ~
Chapter IX: Heroes of the Waterfalls’ Kingdom
Part I: Lo Spirito della Foresta (53)
King Uriel: „The horns of war were sounding. On icy winds the echoes of ancient fears would
breathe again. Soon on the edge of the Northlands the future of our world would be decided...”
Nel timido soffio del vento,

Al nuovo sorriso del sol
Si scopre la valle dorata,
Incanto d’anima e cuor.
Sentiero, che ormai ti nascondi,

Rivela la via che fu
Tra quercia, castano ed abete,
Al nostro passo silente.
Odori sfumati nel senso

Colori ormai senza età
Tra resine ed erbe inebrianti,
Tra ombra e verità.
Leggiadra visione di sogno

E di parallela realtà
Trascendi l’umana coscienza
Pacando il mio fiero ardore.
OR SPLENDE IN ME LA TUA LUCE,

NEL SUO RIFLESSO PACE ED AMOR,
IL VERDE, INTIMO MANTO
E DELLA ROCCIA IL GRIGIO PUDOR.
INCANTO E PURA ENERGIA

RICOLMA D’ANTICA SAGGEZZA,
IO CANTO LA TUA MERAVIGLIA,
DIVINA E MISTICA ESSENZA,
INCANTO E VERA MAGIA,

TRA NEVE, RUGIADA E TEMPESTA,
NEL SOGNO, MITO E LEGGENDA,
LO SPIRITO DELLA FORESTA.
~ 159 ~
Ti amo, o Madre Natura,
O vita che data mi fu,
Or splendi, scintilla infinita,
Tra il verde, il grigio ed il blu.
Vi amo, creature dei boschi,

Pulsanti di vita e ancor più –
Custodi d’astrali pensieri
Che a noi si celano arcani.
OR SPLENDE IN ME LA TUA LUCE,

NEL SUO RIFLESSO PACE ED AMOR,
IL VERDE, INTIMO MANTO
E DELLA ROCCIA IL GRIGIO PUDOR.
INCANTO E PURA ENERGIA

RICOLMA D’ANTICA SAGGEZZA,
IO CANTO LA TUA MERAVIGLIA,
DIVINA E MISTICA ESSENZA,
INCANTO E VERA MAGIA,

TRA NEVE, RUGIADA E TEMPESTA,
NEL SOGNO, MITO E LEGGENDA,
LO SPIRITO DELLA FORESTA.
Part II: Realm of Sacred Waterfalls
Warriors and dragons from the Middle Lands,

Knights from the western, far rocky plains,
Elves from the wide, majestic green lakes,
Bravehearts from the south and the icy north,
The astral alignment will show all its might,

Be ready to guard the stars’ holy sign,
They’ll show us all one true face of the sin,
The century’s last... the last great eclipse!
~ 160 ~
March from the corners of the Earth,
March for the Earth, all march
For the fate of your world,
In this day of doom and blazing rage
Of clashing titans, anger, hate,
May the hells collapse again!
Acqua, ch’or scendi, or ruvida, or stanca,

Nel quieto singhiozzo tu scavi la roccia,
Or lava la mano di quel mezzo uomo
Che si trasparente ti ruba al suo pianto. (54)
IN BETWEEN AMAZING LAKES

AND BREATHTAKING WATERFALLS
VALIANT HEROES FOUND THEIR FATE,
RODE AND FACED THE BLACK STORM.
IN THE FURY OF THE WIND,

AT THE HARDEST CLASH OF STEEL,
VALIANT HEROES RAISED THEIR SWORD
FOR THE SAKE OF THE WORLD.
ERIAS! THARIN! ARDUN! MORLA!
Mighty earthquake, invincible thunder,

Now unleash your utmost power,
Lift the wings, the wings of our angels
In this new and horrific war!
Send the north wind to freeze

Any fear in our hearts
Finally allied for an angel who spoke
Against the unborn!
March from the corners of the Earth,

March for the Earth, all march
For the fate of your world,
In this day of doom and blazing rage
Of clashing titans, anger, hate,
May the hells collapse again!
~ 161 ~
Acqua, ch’or scendi, or ruvida, or stanca,
Nel quieto singhiozzo tu scavi la roccia,
Or lava la mano di quel mezzo uomo
Che si trasparente ti ruba al suo pianto.


AT THE HARDEST CLASH OF STEEL
Part III: Thanor’s Awakening
Iras: „After long days of violence and bloodshed, the destiny of the war was decided by a
glorious event. When the dragonlords appeared over the peak of Arinen, the highest mountain of
the Waterfalls’ Kingdom, we all understood the victory was finally in our hands!”
King Uriel: „The news of victory spread like lightning across the land. This battle ended with the
Army of Darkness in total defeat. Their unholy blood spread across the snow and dried black in the glorious
sun of the Northlands!”
Iras: „One battle has been won... one great battle indeed... but surely not the total war! In
Ainor, Algalord, Elgard, in all the middle regions and in the whole Enchanted Lands, every man
was celebrating the epic victory... but again, we had no time to enjoy this glorious moment... Time
was running fast and the moon, high in the sky, was slowly moving closer to his sister, the sun...
Soon we would know all about Nekron’s evil prophecy and if the two precious stones in our
hands, Aelin and Mornir, could help us in this new epic challenge between the mighty forces of
Good and Evil...”
~ 162 ~
Dargor: Let’s run to the main hall. Time is short...
Iras: Follow me! I remember the way.
Lothen: Ohhh... look! It’s a wonderful spectacle!
Iras: But it could also be the last one. There’s no time to waste... hurry up!
Dargor: The eclipse! The eclipse!
Lothen: My god... fast... fast!
Etherus: That’s it. The century’s... the century’s last eclipse...
Dargor: Amazing!
Iras: „And so the long awaited day finally came... that holy vision was a new gift of our
Mother Earth... But the prophecy connected to it was so terrific that we couldn’t really enjoy it...
After running through the dark corridors, we finally arrived at the main hall of Har-Kuun... once
again... The majestic statue of stone was right there, in front of us... Thanor was waiting for his
eyes, longing to see again and to reprise his fight, now allied with the angels, after five thousand
years of silent sorrow...
The moon swallowed the sun and darkness reigned over all... And soon we started to
understand the real fear of the heavens... Yes, my friends... the most dramatic event connected to
the Seventh Black Book was turning into evil reality... The seven demons of stone, lying on the
high, dark columns surrounding the fortress Har-Kuun, slowly started to open their eyes, staring
at the mystic last eclipse of the century... Nekron was waiting beyond the gate of Hell and the
furious laments of his damned soul were more and more audible... it was the right moment to
believe in Erian’s magic rhymes, ’cause every different solution could have meant the end... the
end of all...”
Iras: The moment has come. We must hurry!

Etherus: Take the eyes...
Dargor: Alright. Aelin fits perfectly on the left... and Mornir on the other side.
Iras: The angels will speak.
Dargor: These vibrations...
Iras: As I said, it is the time of the angels. No... no! My brothers, look at the statue, look at Thanor... look!
Iras: „The spirit of Thanor rose from the Abyss where Nekron tortured his body and soul after his
betrayal in the last of the Primordial Wars. When the spirit reached the statue, the earth quaked...”
Iras: „Beloved friends, we witnessed something too difficult to be explained by simple

words... The ancient spell was broken and in front of us the statue of stone magically turned into
an extraordinary creature made of flesh and bones... Thanor opened his eyes and spread his wide,
black wings. He was now the hand of divine justice. A lament coming from other dimensions...
and then his majestic flight...”
~ 163 ~
Part IV: Northern Skies Enflamed
Dargor: Fly... fly, mighty Thanor... for your revenge and our freedom!
A prophecy trapped between icy winds,

The words of an angel now clearly revealed
The day of the last terrific eclipse.
Spit of the Abyss, dark slaves of the beast

Who creep in the shade of bleeding, dark worlds,
Face us if you dare... we challenge you all!
Epic clash of immortals,

Demons, angels and men,
Fire raining from Heaven,
Chaos storming from Hell.
A dragon condemned to abandon his world

Could open his eyes, awake and reborn,
Led by the angels he’d finally rise
Enflaming the air of the northern skies.
A battle too hard to be faced by a man,

A fight for who owns the magic of Earth,
A sacrifice needed to stop a new hell,
A mystical weapon... the forbidden spell!
Etherus: Come here, demon of the deepest Abyss... do you fear magic? Come!
Iras: No, Etherus... nooo...
Etherus: ERIN, TARIA, LORAN... Power of lightning, grow inside me... now!
Iras: Foolish old wizard... he’s using the magic of the ancients, the most powerful magic... it can be
used just one time...
Dargor: What? Only one time?
Iras: He’s calling the power of lightning... and the Earth can give it to him just at one condition...
Dargor: ...condition?
Iras: His death!
Lothen: Oh, no! But how... how is it possible?
Iras: It is the forbidden spell taught to him by the ancient wizards of the southern lands, the only
one that allows a man to kill a demon of the Underworld!
Etherus: ERIN, TARIA, LORAN... this is... for you!
~ 164 ~
[Etherus absorbs the energy of lightning and throws himself against Koras,
the mightiest of the seven demons, for a mortal clash that leaves no survivors]
Dargor: He did it... he did it!
Iras: „Gods of Light... angels of the highest cosmic spheres! My friend Etherus, master wizard of the
White Dragon’s Order, gave his life for the beloved lands. Thanks to him Koras, the mightiest of the seven
demons, was defeated. Thanor returned victorious after destroying the six other winged demons in the
darkness of the eclipse... guided by the divine Light of angels he killed them all, one by one, foiling Nekron’s
dark plans... and for what would be the last time he entered the main hall and magically returned to stone...”


AT THE HARDEST CLASH OF STEEL
Part V: The Splendour of Angels’ Glory (A Final Revelation)
Iras: „Dear brothers and sisters, you could never imagine our great surprise... when all
seemed to be over and he turned back into a statue of stone, Thanor opened his eyes once again...
Aelin and Mornir shone for a new time in the mystical night of the eclipse... two wide rays of light
hit the body of the shadowlord who fell onto the ground... In the following instant the eyes of the
black dragon closed for the last time...
We ran to our friend... Dargor was able to stand up, but he was tortured by the pain... After
we removed his clothes and cleaned his bleeding wounds, we discovered something incredible...
Some prophetic sentences written in Irindal, the holy alphabet of angels, were carved into his skin!
For all the gods of our beloved lands... soon I started to understand... I could not believe it,
my friends... nooo! The missing pages of Erian’s book... the missing pages, the ones lost after the
struggle with Tarish between these same sinister walls, contained other new, important and
dramatic words... And these words, believe it or not, were now carved on Dargor’s body thanks to
the energy that spread from Thanor’s eyes... the angels were clearly speaking through the
shadowlord’s body! And the meaning of those holy words... oh nooo... no! It was still not
finished...
»...I am Erian’s reincarnation and the chosen one to walk through the gate of the Ancient
World in order to challenge Nekron’s hellish soul and the evil energy that generated him...«
~ 165 ~
More or less, these were the words... to face Nekron once for all, Dargor, the chosen one by
the angels, now had to walk through the legendary gate of the Ancient World and challenge the
primordial energy of the demonknight... the evil, cosmic force that gave birth to the sons of Kron
and generated Kron himself with all his hells!
I don’t know if you really understood it, my friends... Dargor would be entering a world of
pure terror, that same Hell that fought against the heavens for seven times in the Primordial Wars,
to find the ethereal body of Nekron and to fight his primordial soul, the genesis of all evil...”
Iras: „Thanor opened his eyes once again... Aelin and Mornir were brighter than ever. He stared at
Dargor... still not finished...”
Dargor: No... no... why me? Why?

Iras: It is the decision of the gods and the angels...
Dargor: But I am half demon. There is evil blood pounding in my heart... you know it!
Iras: That is the reason why. You have met Darkness and Light... and you chose. You are the most powerful
of us all, the elected... the chosen one.
Dargor: So... so be it... I accept my fate!
Iras: „Dargor, still in pain, felt the sudden need to leave the main hall of the fortress and to
move into the direction of the main tower. I understood that Erian, breathing through him, wanted
to show us something important, therefore we followed him...
Descending the dusty stairs of the tower and moving through the subterranean maze of
corridors and little dusty rooms, we reached a big, strange-looking hall that smelled of true Evil.
We crossed it, reaching a giant portal... around it blasphemous decorations and dark words written
in the Nekranos alphabet. Yes... the one in front of us was the gate leading right into the darkness
of the Ancient World!
Oh god... not even my knowledge and my level of wizardry were allowing me to imagine
what would be waiting for us behind that massive gate of stone. And when Dargor, with a simple
push of his hands, was able to move the majestic portal that normally only the strength of a god
could have moved, we all understood that Erian’s white magic was truly pulsating in the body of
the shadowlord!”
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Passage to the Ancient World
Iras: The passage to the Ancient World... right here, in front of us!
Lothen: I feel some strange sensations... where is this sinister corridor leading to?
Iras: To the more intimate fears of men... where horror shows its most terrific aspect.
Dargor: It’s time to go... Nekron is awaiting...
[Dargor moves and the big portal behind him

suddenly closes itself, trapping him on the other side]
Iras: Oh, nooo...

Dargor: What’s happening?
Iras: Push it with all your strength... now!
Dargor: I can’t move it anymore! I can’t...
Lothen: Dargor... what’s happening?
Dargor: I can’t breathe... I can’t breathe anymore... Ahhh...
Lothen: Dargor! Dargor...
Iras: Lothen... sorry, my magic doesn’t work... There’s no way for me to move this portal... The
holy design of the gods is probably exactly this... The spirit of Erian is inside Dargor and with it his
divine will...
Lothen: What? What are you saying, Iras?
Iras: He is the chosen one and only he has the power to face the horrors of the Ancient World. We
could not pass over that portal. No human being could. Not even Dargor as human being...
Lothen: What? Nooo... why? Dargor... why?
Iras: Don’t cry, my friend... This was Dargor’s destiny since he decided to betray his same dark
nature... his dark side. He’s now ready to face the last fight, the most difficult one. He’s
abandoning his physical body to be able to proceed beyond the gate and finally serve the will of
the angels. Be proud of him... he has been called by the gods of Cosmic Light to face Nekron’s evil
nature... once, forever!
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Dargor’s New Fate
Iras: „So when the massive portal of stone closed itself behind Dargor, I started to
comprehend everything... completely! Only him, once demon and now angel, could have walked
through the new dimension of the Ancient World. For us mortal men it would have been
impossible to survive the state of Chaos lying beyond that same portal.
Dargor was constricted to abandon his nature of human being... he was crossing the path of
death to be reborn as a new essence, a spirit contaminated by the pureness of angels’ glory,
acquiring the strength of the gods and the wisdom of the ancients. The eclipse is now fading, the
sun filters through the dark, cold walls of Har-Kuun, and thanks to the words of Erian, we were
able to stop the prophecy related to the resurrection of Nekron once forever... nobody will be ever
able to open this gate again. The seven demons were defeated one by one and in the years to come,
this incredible day will be remembered by all the people of the Known World...
Yes, beloved brothers and sisters, today everything seems to be perfect but despite all this,
we all know this is a tale that will have no good ending. The battle between Good and Evil surely
won’t end today or tomorrow. Both energies are part of our being and we cannot escape what is
part of our cosmic essence... we can just face it and choose our side following the instinct of our
primordial soul...
So, again, goodbye, valorous friend! You chose your side and will always be with us... in
our heart and in the hope of our people. Go now and do whatever has to be done in order to
challenge the raging Darkness threatening this world and the worlds of other dimensions. Proceed
to the ancient world led by the angels... there you will have to fight the darkest fragment of our
soul and the source of Evil that generated it. Beyond the borders of space and time you will
become a cosmic guardian, a supreme divine entity. To you, the one able to cross the path of
spiritual evolution from Chaos to Eternity, all the secrets of the universe will finally be revealed
and, as new fragment of Light, will enrich the celestial skyline, source of infinite inspiration.
Hail to you, brave Dargor... mighty Shadowlord of the Black Mountain!”
King Uriel: „Dargor’s destiny was finally clear. His death was only physical but from the rest of the
shadowlord’s body a new form of life was born... Erian’s angelic spirit now embraced Dargor’s immortal
soul, combining the supreme energies of the cosmos to become pure divinity. A god of Cosmic Light did
breathe on the Earth... again...”
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Appendices
~ 169 ~
Appendix A: Historical Events of the Known World 1
Ancient History, Myths and Legends
Long before
The Times of the Unknown in the age of mystic Darkness. Kron, the master of Hell challenges the
gods of Light for total domination of the Known World.
Dragons’ Year 0
Tales of an incredible war, known as the First Primordial War, between Kron’s demons and an
army of angels and dragons; the fall of Kron and the creation of the Dragonland in the middle
regions of the world.
Dragons’ Year 5200

The Second Primordial War between the angels and demons.
Dragons’ Years 6000-8500

The Third, Fourth, and Fifth Primordial Wars.

The Sixth Primordial War between the angels and demons; Nekron’s victory.

Nekron’s dominion over the lands of Irith, the actual Darklands; Hargor was built.

Nekron becomes King of the Darklands.
Angels’ Year 0
Seventh and last Primordial War between the angels and demons; Nekron’s defeat and death.
1 Originally this section was a part of the Symphony of Enchanted Lands II booklet. I decided to insert it as an
appendix, because I think it fits here better, since it’s more like an „additional info” thing. And also,
inserted here it doesn’t cut into half the progression of the story in the document.
~ 170 ~
Old History
Angels’ Years 400-600

The three Elvish Wars.

The war for the Darklands; men and dwarves against the Black Order’s army; victory of Hell’s
disciples, but the Darklands are isolated.

Western Wars between Black and White Dwarves.
Angels’ Year 1700

Wars of the Middle Lands between men and dwarves.
Angels’ Year 1900

Victory of the men over the dwarves; Harold the Wise becomes first king of the ancient kingdom,
corresponding to the actual Enchanted Lands.
Angels’ Year 2000

Age of the Red Moon; the Wars of the Northlands; men and elves against the Black Order; the
Black Order steals Erian’s White Book.

War of the Southern Lands; men against men.
Angels’ Year 2500

Nakros’ invasion and fight with the dragons for the conquest of the Dragonland; the dragons win
and maintain the control of their land.

The so called „Centuries of Hell on Earth”; the Wars of the Southern Lands.
Angels’ Year 3200

The Ghostlands are conquered by the Army of Darkness.
Angels’ Year 3500

Cruel war of men, dragons, dwarves and elves versus the Army of Darkness; the Ghostlands are
isolated.

The battles for the middle deserts between Algalord and Elgard against Kanor.
~ 171 ~
The so called „Years of Darkness”, the Wars of the Enchanted Lands (Ancelot, Elgard and Irengard
against Algalord, Elnor and Thorald).
Angels’ Year 4200

Wars between Algolord and Elgard.
Angels’ Year 4300

Algalord’s victory; and the end of the wars.
Angels’ Year 4950

War of the Holy Alliance against the Army of Darkness.
Angels’ Year 4952

The Army of Darkness is defeated; Harold III elected King of the Enchanted Lands; a long period
of peace is guaranteed for the whole Middle Lands.
Recent History

The Wizards’ Wars for the Eyes of Power.
Angels’ Year 5070

Aresius leads his allies to a great victory; the Mystic Wars end.
Angels’ Year 5087

Akron begins the first attacks to the regions surrounding the Grey Mountains.
Angels’ Year 5090

Elnor, Thorald fall; Akron’s army marches to the holy Town of the Gods.
Angels’ Year 5091

Gargoyle’s Holy War; Akron is defeated; the Warrior of Ice is killed.
Angels’ Year 5096

The White Dragon’s Order is created.
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Appendix B: Additional Lyrics Related to the Sagas
Rage of the Winter (Symphonic) 2
Algalord fire burns in his veins,

Master of wisdom, master of faith,
Glorify his name!
Snow on the portals to magic dreams,

There, where old wizards spellbind their king,
Fire- and icelords, the white realm’s queen
Are planning the battle between frost and wind.

In the dark forest the march of black knights,

Echoes of warcry from day until night;
The empire is calling the ride of the brave,
The Loregard warrior... the black demons’ pain!

Face me, Akron, king of terror,

Come now here to taste my blade!
2 This symphonic version first appeared on the Holy Thunderforce single for the album Dawn of Victory.
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Where Dragons Fly 3
The way is long, time is too short,

This little footpath seems never to end,
Green are the trees, musk on the stones,
How it looks strange this mystical world...
Sweet smelling rose, what do you hide

Behind your innocence, red like my blood?
HUNGRY FOR VICTORY, HUNGRY FOR LOVE,

LOVE FOR THE EARTH THAT MADE ME HER SON,
STRONG AND INVINCIBLE, SERVING MY CRY,
GO NOW AND RIDE THERE WHERE DRAGONS FLY!
The rocks appear in front of me

When the first shadows prelude to dark,
Near is your end, wild holy path,
Open my eyes to what the sun hides...
Beloved mountain, what do you hide,

Where does your river flow? ...I want to know.
HUNGRY FOR VICTORY, HUNGRY FOR LOVE,

LOVE FOR THE EARTH THAT MADE ME HER SON,
STRONG AND INVINCIBLE, SERVING MY CRY,
GO NOW AND RIDE THERE WHERE DRAGONS FLY!
3 Where Dragons Fly first appeared on the Emerald Sword single for the album Symphony of Enchanted
Lands. I’m not entirely sure, but the song probably is related to the story. If it is the case, then I think it
should be fitted somewhere inside the span of three songs: Wisdom of the Kings, Heroes of the Lost
Valley, and Eternal Glory. The lyrics tell us about things that the warrior might also have come across
in the dimension beyond the Ivory Gates: a strange world with dragons and a beautiful scenery, a
long path and rocks (these could be in the desert that shows up in the story), as well as a great river
of a mountain (maybe with those waterfalls that show up in the story) – all of which make their
appearance in the three songs I just mentioned.
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Dargor, Shadowlord of the Black Mountain (Extended) 4
Not so far from the wide Dragonland,

Where the valleys breathe the smell of dark gate,
Dargor is marching with the poor Airin,
There, where dark has ruled forever for the demonknights.
Fire’s riding to valleys of death,

While shadows are rising from bloody hells,
Fire’s riding to Hargor, the town,
Where evil and terror conquered the clouds.

DARGOR!
Carved in shadow is his magic throne,

Kron disciple, not extreme at all,
Gothic his kingdom told by old jesters,
Pride and terror live together in his stormy heart.


DARGOR!
Cry with me to fill the crystal sea,

Cry for all the victims of these stones,
Shed your tears to fill the silent fall
And wash in it your swords.
4 This extended (or rather alternate) version was first released on the Holy Thunderforce single for the
album Dawn of Victory.
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WHERE HEROES ARE LOST, WHERE NOW REIGNS THE SHADOWLORD!
„Why, Dargor... why? Dargor... why?”
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Rise from the Sea of Flames 5
Mirror of tragic reflections,

I’ll break your glass showing pain,
Pain for the infernal vision,
Pain for that red, bloody rain.
Trapped in this lonely oblivion,

Dishonoured by acts not to name,
I search for answers forgotten
Trying not to become insane.
Baptised in fire is the dark knight who rides in me

Against the raging wind.
RISE FROM THE WIDE SEA OF FLAMES

TO THE VALLEYS OF NEW ETERNITY,
TO LEAD ME AGAINST THE ENEMY
FOR THE RUIN OF THE KING!
Hopes of dark stone are now falling

Under attack of the ghouls,
Crashing the High Dragons’ Tower,
Witness of legend untold.
My brothers run through the grey streets

Not spared by the queen’s deadly call,
Some throw themselves from the high walls
Denying the torture of soul.
Baptised in fire is the dark knight who rides in me

Against the raging wind.

TO THE VALLEYS OF NEW ETERNITY,
TO LEAD ME AGAINST THE ENEMY
FOR THE RUIN OF THE KING!
5 Rise from the Sea of Flames is a bonus song released on the limited editions of the album Power of the
Dragonflame. It tells us about the inner struggle of Dargor at the moments of his awakening – the baptism
of his soul. The song was originally placed just before the album’s last one, Gargoyles, Angels of Darkness,
in which Dargor, already on the good side, calls for help from the gargoyles with the battle of Algalord.
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Age of the Red Moon 6
Iron was glinting black-red through a war

Three thousand years before,
Infinite rivers of red and black blood,
There, on the whole icy plains.
Open the pages of the holy book,

So, like the ancients have told,
It was the Erian’s, angels’ White Book
Written with immortal blood.
AGE OF THE MYSTIC RED MOON,

ON THE NORDIC PLAINS MEN AND DRAGONS SPELLBOUND,
THE LAST TIME THAT MEN SAW THE MAGICAL MOON,
ERIAN’S RHYMES, ANGELS’ MIGHT!
The pages of angels could not be destroyed

So they were hidden somewhere,
The Black Order knew that those holy rhymes
Were a big threat for their aim.
I am convinced this is more than a tale,

The answer lies in the Abyss,
It’s time to enter Dar-Kunor’s world,
I hear the last angels’ call.

ON THE NORDIC PLAINS MEN AND DRAGONS SPELLBOUND,
THE LAST TIME THAT MEN SAW THE MAGICAL MOON,
ERIAN’S RHYMES, ANGELS’ MIGHT!
6 Age of the Red Moon isn’t part of any of the LP/EP releases. It only appeared on one of the live DVDs
called Visions from the Enchanted Lands in 2007, labeled as an unreleased bonus track. As for where the
lyrics should be fitted within the story, I would place it at the end of the Prologue section of the Dark
Secret Saga.
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Labyrinth of Madness 7
(Instrumental)
Immortal, New Reign 8
Into the wild, sinister, cold, dark lands,

One voice from the shadows who’s calling my name
Trapped in a lie of silence reflecting
The essence of fear and heavenly worlds.
Now I know to whom I belong,

Save me now from my darkest side
While your sacred flame may
Wash all the sins from my bleeding hand.
Into the eye of scarlet horizons,

I gave death and sorrow, Hell spoke in my name,
Nowhere to hide my darkest emotions,
The innocence felt for the will of my hand.
Now I know to whom I belong,

Save me now from my darkest side
While your sacred flame may
Wash all the sins from my bleeding hand.
WE ARE THE VENGEANCE OF SOULS RAPED IN SILENCE,

WE ARE THE RAGE OF THE HEAVENS ENFLAMED,
WE ARE THE CRY OF THE EARTH SLOWLY DYING,
WE ARE THE ANGELS’ IMMORTAL, NEW REIGN!
WE ARE THE VENGEANCE OF SOULS RAPED IN SILENCE,

WE ARE THE SCREAM OF A NEW, RISING HOPE,
WE’LL GIVE OUR LIFE TO DEFEND OUR KINGDOMS,
WE’LL FIGHT THE HELLS AT THE END OF THE WORLD!
7 Labyrinth of Madness was released on the album The Frozen Tears of Angels, as a bonus song inserted just
after the album’s title song. I have no clue if it’s related to the story at all. Maybe it’s a labyrinth (literal or
metaphorical) that Dargor, Lothen, Khaas, Tarish and Iras had to cross through somewhere after leaving
the town Ainor, or maybe it’s just a spontaneously made up title for the instrumental piece.
8 Immortal, New Reign also appeared as a bonus song, but only on the Japanese editions of the album The
Frozen Tears of Angels. I’m not sure about this song’s relation to the story either. Its lyrics, I think, could
be interpreted as Dargor’s struggles regarding his past (while journeying through the Nordic Plains); or
as an enlightenment of somebody from our world, struggling with oneself because of the human race’s
overpopulation and its cause: the pollution and destruction of the Earth.
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Appendix C: Translations of Lyrics
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Tenacious Wrath
Calamity to you, king of Darkness,

Sacred revenge from the beginning until the end;
Bloody battle and epic fury
Against the disciples of Evil.
FOR THE PERPETUAL GLORY OF LIGHT

FURY, TENACIOUS WRATH!
AGAINST INJUSTICE AND RUINATION
RABIES, TENACIOUS WRATH!
Calamity to you, king of Darkness,

Bloodstained king!
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Epic Fury
Epic fury... epic fury...

Any evils dreaded as approaching,
Always inflict misery when impending.
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Lord, you wipe away the clouds from the sky,
The warrior, from his purpose, may you not deter,
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TERRIBLE KING, ALWAYS INIMICAL
TO THE PERPETUAL GLORY,
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Triumphant Light
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GLORY, PERPETUAL GLORY
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The day of wrath
Reigns in obscurity.
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Whispering black rose weeps the blood of innocence,
From the Abyss she returns to scream the sentence.
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Fire, tears, blood, cancer,
Black death inside of me,
Sacred, tough, cruel struggle
Of ageless ideals,
When the body is to be decayed
Grant that the soul is forgiven.
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Tragic reality in silence,
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Into Darkness
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Darkness, Darkness... dominate!
Darkness, Darkness... damn me!
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Blind fury, Chaos in me... Demons,
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Darkness... liberate me!
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Destiny, I surrender myself
To your temporal dominion!
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Energies of extinct cosmoses are shouting blood
Without mercy from the land of the unknown.
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Hell, open up, steal my soul,
I want to defy the obscure demon,
Everything is in me, sky and oceans,
Brother gargoyles, fly here to me!
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Life, death, glory, honour...
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Space and time,
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How great the tremors will be
When the judge is to come,
How great the tremors will be...
He is to come!
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Heroic Lament
Languishes in me the broken echo

At the grim look of the blind angel,
Ruins in me the ancient rhyme
In the heart of the wounded and dying swan.
Cosmoses of betrayed eternity,

Of vanished truths that now are shedding
Tears of farewell into a black void,
Sincere and proud to my destiny I’ll go!
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THE THUNDER ROARS
AT MY HEROIC LAMENT,
FATE... CONSUME REALITY!
Spirits of arcane worlds,

I ask for life beyond death
In order to align the fellow stars
And to become a celestial guardian.
Keeper of healed eternity,

Of truths found for all the children of
Mother Earth... always to her I’ve given
Life... death... thus I will continue!
THE THUNDER ROARS

AT MY HEROIC LAMENT,
FATE... CONSUME REALITY!
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Angels of mystic stone,
Thieves of souls, proudly they fly.
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I invoke you, oh earth... my colour, black...
With proud loyalty I sincerely swear
– Amongst dead souls and immense Chaos –,
To supreme Gaia, the most intense love...
I, Dargor, to you!
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Divine Wrath
Divine wrath,
From pain now liberate us!
Divine... from pain liberate us...
Divine... pain... us... liberate...
Divine Wrath!
Quiet is the wheel of time,

Now silence is all around,
Everlasting angel,
From evil liberate us...
From Evil!
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Guardians of Destiny
Brave and proud at the last sun

Towards the mountain of Erinor,
The only way to arrive
There, where the air smells of death.
Mud, marsh... remains of a reign

That shaped fear for millennia,
The black demon screams its hate,
He wants to avenge the latest war.
Fire of freedom,
Flame of old ages
Awakens ardour in their hearts.
Against the obscurity,
That bygone, ancient Evil,
Primordial in its reality.
AN AGE OF BLOOD, OF OBSCURE MEMORIES

REVIVES IN HARGOR FOR NEW EVIL,
ELECTED IN ELGARD, GUARDIANS OF FATE,
NOW ARE AND WILL BE THE TRUE HEROES!
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Only the eagles dare to fly
There, over the peak between west and north,
Hargor reveals its unreality
Which unveils fear to their eyes.
For Mother Earth they must leave,

They know that they may even die,
The rock is strong but they are of more...
Dragon, lion within soul and heart.
Mountains of golden mantle

Reveal verity,
Walls and towers immensity.
Grey majesty,
Black epicness
Who inside yourself hide the ancient Evil.
AN AGE OF BLOOD, OF OBSCURE MEMORIES

REVIVES IN HARGOR FOR NEW EVIL,
ELECTED IN ELGARD, GUARDIANS OF FATE,
NOW ARE AND WILL BE THE TRUE HEROES!
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Eternal light,
From the grievous sentence
Liberate us,
Eternal light, from the pain of blood,
Everlasting angel,
Angel from Hell!
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Life and death, space and time
On the sacred, divine blade,
Life and death, space and time
In its green core of pure light.
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The Singing of the Wind
I still listen to the wind

That caresses me in parting;
Forgotten crying,
Prisoner of the eventide...
Crying, forgotten crying,

Prisoner of the eventide,
An everlighted breath
I follow and search for slowly
In the sigh of destiny.
I LIVE FOR YOU, I DREAM OF YOU,

I SING OF YOU, WEDGED-INTO-SKY,
SHY, DYING STAR!
With forgotten songs

Already lived by your eyes
Now I live and console myself...
I live...
My time in hands,
My torment in your face,
The silence, my tomorrow
Anchored to one moment.

SHY, DYING STAR!
Sweetly lived
Dreams of an eternal night
Are now burning, betrayed
By our memories...
Tears, tears of rabies

In my everlighted heart,
They speak, speak the waves
Of a harbour vanished by now.
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SHY, DYING STAR!
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Red moon, tears, fears,
Rabies, wrath, screaming, torture,
Innocence forever lost,
Eternal shadows wander.
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Scenes of life, heroic memory
Towards the light of hope,
In the blind oblivion of their escape,
In grey limbo between life and death.
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Bone and mud,
But the breathing
Is there!
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Dictate the evil mysteries,
The deadly mysteries...
For the glory inflamed!
„Only when they are

Found in the reign,
Sharing pain, pained
From mortal wound,
Only when they are
Sharing pain, pained,
Do what you must do,
Darkness of Hell!”
Icy trembling
From mortal wound...
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Dictate the evil mysteries,
The deadly mysteries...
Icy trembling!
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Insane presences, vain truths,
Ghosts of arcane worlds seek the beyond
Over this side.
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THE BOOK WRITTEN, THE BOOK WILL BE BROUGHT FORTH
IN WHICH THE WHOLE OF ENTIRETY IS CONTAINED,
THE BOOK WRITTEN, THE BOOK WILL BE BROUGHT FORTH
BY WHICH THE WORLD SHALL BE JUDGED.
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Tearful will be that day,
On which he is to resurrect from the embers.
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When the father of tears is to resurrect.
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When the father of darkness is to resurrect.
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Liberate us...
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Dance of Fire and Ice
On the slow and grave journey

Cold and wind are stealing already
The scent and the warmth
Of realities pale by now.
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Among the many distant peaks,
Many veiled identities,
Melodious dissonances
Of occult verity.
Glory to you, oh Father Sun, your fire I shall tame,

Glory to you, oh Mother Moon, from your tears I shall drink,
Of the night without stars the wolf now will be
The vigilant eye, the keeper of respect and of loyalty.
FIRE AND ICE STILL

DANCE INEBRIATED IN MY HEART,
FIRE AND ICE STILL
DANCE INEBRIATED BY MY LOVE
FOR THE FATHER WHO GAVE BIRTH
AND WHOSE STRENGTH I’LL MAKE MINE,
FOR THE MOTHER WHO GAVE BIRTH,
FOR WHOSE FATE I’LL FIGHT –
DANCE... DANCE... DANCE OF FIRE AND ICE.
In the immensity of a rhyme

My singing will invoke
The strength of my angels
Against impious obscurity.
For the timeless creation

The self of mine will yearn,
Its reflected demon
Will flee to the eternal.
Glory to you, oh Father Sun, your fire I shall tame,

Glory to you, oh Mother Moon, from your tears I shall drink,
Of the night without stars the wolf now will be
The vigilant eye, the keeper of respect and of loyalty.
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FIRE AND ICE STILL
DANCE INEBRIATED IN MY HEART,
FIRE AND ICE STILL
DANCE INEBRIATED BY MY LOVE
FOR THE FATHER WHO GAVE BIRTH
AND WHOSE STRENGTH I’LL MAKE MINE,
FOR THE MOTHER WHO GAVE BIRTH,
FOR WHOSE FATE I’LL FIGHT –
DANCE... DANCE... DANCE OF FIRE AND ICE!
Eternity, my fate in you shall live on,

That shall transcend which has been and is to be,
Eternity, your time shall annihilate
The blinding darkness of demons,
Sacred Eternity!
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Secret memories
Sculpted in time,
Sighs and tears,
Fragments of soul,
An already marked destiny...
I live and I cry
In a grey note of turbid hope,
In the decadent, mortal verse of an ageless breath.
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Concealed words
Of obscure nature,
Sighs and tears,
Fragments of soul,
An already marked destiny...
I live and I cry
In a grey note of turbid hope,
In the decadent, mortal verse of an ageless breath.
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Bitter shiver bends now the proud face,
Fear is wiped unto its rising, such tired eye,
Cold vision of the forgotten world,
Ancient gate that to the dead sun, to the true evil conducts...
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To the unknown moves their glance,
Mourns for the heart denied,
In the oblivion of a regret
Its past whips the shadow.
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ILLUMINATED WE ARE
STILL DIVINELY,
FORETOLD MALEVOLENCE,
INFERNAL, FOUL KING,
FREEZING TIME OF THE YEAR,
FURY OF THE WINDS,
OBSCURITY OF NATURE,
ETERNAL DARKNESS!
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Eternal fire still lives and now pulsating,
Opaque stone of rough, extinct reflection,
Death, torment, ruin of blood and hate,
Punishment, pain, oh, gothic heart of lament and tears...
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In its unfaithful lament
A secret halts the pace,
If it is poured into the chalice,
It rhymes the blood of the damned.
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Blood-red Snow
A heart of sad fate

In lack of loyalty,
Which now already hides the snow,
Heal its injury,
The shadow of an entity
That will converge into a new light.
SNOW, DESCEND AND DISSOLVE UNDER THE SUN

MY SIN WITHIN YOUR PURITY!
Pure vibration,
Luminance of eternity,
Your uniqueness burns in the air,
I notice in your pallor
An ultimate truth,
Guilty of the sacred code of silence.
SNOW, DESCEND AND DISSOLVE UNDER THE SUN

MY SIN WITHIN YOUR PURITY!
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To Infinity
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Tempest of Fire
Emptied and betrayed by a dark past

The inertia of fate declines now in me,
I catch a present rarefied by now
Vibrating in a scarlet-red self.
The painful sigh of hers

Veils the sense in oblivion.
I notice a future of a million questions,

Time shatters itself between a yes and a no,
But between queries, thoughts and words,
The when, the how are ephemeral in me.
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The painful sigh of hers
Blends fate into divinity.
BURNS IN ME THE INTENSITY

OF FOLLY AND VERITY,
THE TEMPEST WILL BE INFLAMED,
IN ITS FIRE IT WILL FILTER
OCEANS OF VACUITY AND OF SILENT CRYING...
BETWEEN FIRE AND TEARS!
Emptied and betrayed by a dark past

The inertia of fate declines now in me,
I catch a present rarefied by now
Vibrating in a scarlet-red self.
Fragment of stars, vibrant entity,

Between everything and nothing it will be lost.
BURNS IN ME THE INTENSITY

OF FOLLY AND VERITY,
THE TEMPEST WILL BE INFLAMED,
IN ITS FIRE IT WILL FILTER
OCEANS OF VACUITY AND OF SILENT CRYING...
BETWEEN FIRE AND TEARS!
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Lost Soul
Stolen was
Your reality
At the cry of autumn
Without a reason.
Now you’re staring me from there,

From where you don’t want to leave,
Inside an empty, grey space
You will dwell.
Spirit you are

And trembling voice,
Wrinkle of time.
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YOU WANDER TREMULOUSLY,
ESSENCE OF BETRAYED SOUL,
STILL LOST BETWEEN MOON AND STARS.
Talk to me if you want,

Speak with me,
Inside my living blood
I feel you already.
At the bowing of the sun,

Between grudge and rancour
You can find the passage
In the rosy eventide.
Spirit you are

And trembling voice,
Wrinkle of time.
YOU WANDER TREMULOUSLY,

ESSENCE OF BETRAYED SOUL,
STILL LOST BETWEEN MOON AND STARS.
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Liberate the souls
Of all the departed
From the pains of Hell,
Lest they fall, lest they fall into Darkness...
Liberate the souls
From the pains of Hell.
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Rest eternal
Grant unto them, Lord,
Rest eternal,
Let light perpetual, light shine upon them...
Rest eternal
Grant unto them, Lord.
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The Spirit of the Forest
In the timid breath of the air,

At the new smile of the sun
Uncovers itself the gilded valley,
Enchantment of soul and heart.
You path, who now are hiding,

Reveal the way that has been
Amongst oak, chestnut and fir,
To our silent pace.
Softened scents in sensing,

Colours ageless by now
Through resins and inebriating herbs,
Through obscurity and verity.
Graceful vision of dreams

And of parallel realities
Transcend the human conscience
Placating my proud ardour.
NOW YOUR LIGHT IS SHINING IN ME,

IN ITS REFLECTION PEACE AND LOVE,
THE GREEN, INTIMATE MANTLE
AND THE GREY MODESTY OF THE ROCK.
ENCHANTMENT AND PURE ENERGY

FILLED WITH ANCIENT WISDOM,
I SING YOUR MIRACLE,
DIVINE AND MYSTIC ESSENCE,
ENCHANTMENT AND TRUE MAGIC,

THROUGH SNOW, DEW AND TEMPEST,
IN DREAM, MYTH AND LEGEND,
THE SPIRIT OF THE FOREST.
I love you, oh Mother Nature,

Oh life that was given to me,
Now you’re shining, infinite spark,
Through green, grey and blue.
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I love you, creatures of the woods,
Pulsating with life and something more –
Keepers of astral thoughts
That are concealed mysteries to us.
NOW YOUR LIGHT IS SHINING IN ME,

IN ITS REFLECTION PEACE AND LOVE,
THE GREEN, INTIMATE MANTLE
AND THE GREY MODESTY OF THE ROCK.
ENCHANTMENT AND PURE ENERGY

FILLED WITH ANCIENT WISDOM,
I SING YOUR MIRACLE,
DIVINE AND MYSTIC ESSENCE,
ENCHANTMENT AND TRUE MAGIC,

THROUGH SNOW, DEW AND TEMPEST,
IN DREAM, MYTH AND LEGEND,
THE SPIRIT OF THE FOREST.
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Water, now you fall, once rough, then tired,
In quiet hiccup you excavate the rock,
Now lava the hand of that half-man
Whose transparent self is robbing you for his crying.
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Appendix D-1: Maps of the Enchanted Lands
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Appendix D-2: Map of the Northern Realms
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Appendix D-3: Map of the Known World
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Table of Contents

The Editor’s Comments on Text Formatting............................................................................................5

The Emerald Sword Saga............................................................................................................................7

Part I – Legendary Tales.........................................................................................................................9

Part II – Symphony of Enchanted Lands...........................................................................................23

Part III – Dawn of Victory....................................................................................................................37

Intermezzo – Rain of a Thousand Flames..........................................................................................53

Part IV – Power of the Dragonflame...................................................................................................61

The Dark Secret Saga.................................................................................................................................81

Prologue – The Mystic Prophecy of the Demonknight...................................................................83

Part I – Symphony of Enchanted Lands II.........................................................................................87

Part II – Triumph or Agony................................................................................................................103

Part III – The Frozen Tears of Angels...............................................................................................121

Part IV – The Cold Embrace of Fear: A Dark Romantic Symphony............................................137

Part V – From Chaos to Eternity........................................................................................................147

Appendix A: Historical Events of the Known World....................................................................170

Appendix B: Additional Lyrics Related to the Sagas.....................................................................173

Appendix C: Translations of Lyrics..................................................................................................180

Appendix D-1: Maps of the Enchanted Lands................................................................................197

Appendix D-2: Map of the Northern Realms..................................................................................198

Appendix D-3: Map of the Known World.......................................................................................199

➢ The songs’ choruses are written with CAPITALS.

➢ A superscript without brackets like this indicates a general footnote.

Male sit tibi, Tenebrarum rex,

AD PERPETUAM GLORIAM LUCIS

Male sit tibi, Tenebrarum rex,

Chapter II: Warrior of Ice

Demons of Abyss, wait for my pride,

A while ago the elder told dark will fall again,

MIGHTY WARRIOR, FOR PEACE AND LOVE,

I cross the forest of the elves while my heart pounds fast,

MIGHTY WARRIOR, FOR PEACE AND LOVE,

Now, leave your castles, united we’ll be strong,

MIGHTY WARRIOR, FOR PEACE AND LOVE,

Cold is the winter, snow falls down,

RAGE OF THE WINTER, MOULD THE HORIZON,

There are no words to describe the poetry of landscape,

RAGE OF THE WINTER, MOULD THE HORIZON,

Cold is the winter, snow falls down,

RAGE OF THE WINTER, MOULD THE HORIZON,

Chapter IV: Forest of Unicorns

Run, holy beloved horse

So hardy trees, let me hear your words

BEWARE OF UNHOLY FIRE,

THE SECRETS OF THIS FOREST,

We must have all their valour

THE SECRETS OF THIS FOREST,

My princess, why must I

Brothers, I’m ready, the ride can begin,

Now the time has come,

I’m looking forward to avenge all those killed,

FIRE AND STEEL

Come out from your Abyss,

Brothers, I’m ready, the ride can begin,

FIRE AND STEEL

Chapter VI: Virgin Skies

Chapter VII: Land of Immortals

Hear the silence of the winds making your own destiny,

LAND OF IMMORTALS, I WAIT FOR MY DAY

And between Elgard’s hills, near the ancient Ruins of Kron,

LAND OF IMMORTALS, I WAIT FOR MY DAY

LAND OF IMMORTALS, I WAIT FOR MY DAY

Chapter VIII: Echoes of Tragedy

Where sun creates shadow’s games,