I: A flaming blade of the dark shadows struck the lands
  with furious lightning it fell into the hands of man
  And the ancient fire came down
  down from the sky into the ground
  The clouds moved aside as the sword was cast from the sky
  Burnt by a mark of fire, who shall make this find
  And the grey clouds were watching down, down from the sky into the ground
  ...As the shapes of light were drowned
  
  II: Creatures started crowling from the ashes and smoke
  and the night was cursed and drifting within the winds so cold
  And the knights from the sea were marching down
  to the deep caverns down, down where the old spells are found
  The war was growing in the old lands and towns
  from the mountains war drums pounded with a defeaning sound
  They´ll seek the Sowrd forevermore, until in battle they´ll fall
  ...Now, hear the battle´s call
  
  Who dares to play with death
  Who smells the dragon´s breath
  No grief for the fallen ones
  The search for the sword has begun
  
  Carved in stone:
  Great as the mountains and seas
  Grim as the earth and old trees
  Made from the glimmer of golden lakes
  Chained with fire that never fades
  Rocks and stones they carve and mould
  when the rivers run fierce and cold
  May this chant haunt your past
  for this Sword is yours at last
  
  Raise the arms the battle is near
  Through the mud and waters clear
  The blood is coloring the lands again
  A sign of victory the wind will send