Long ago this kingdom was peaceful and content
Now there is death everywhere, plague in the air
Maidens, children, and priests none are spared
Why our neighboring rivals not suffering the same cursed affair
Hold the cure they do but share it with others they rue
Sent to plead for aid our envoy struck down from behind
Villainy and strife burn in their hearts
As we cry for mercy they yell charge
On a quest for valor
Heal us
Searching for the cure
Kingdom
It must become pure
Outnumbered
Still we fight for sure
Over jagged mountains and across stormy seas
Frozen and starving we fend off dreadful beasts
Reach medicine man of the dark forest
As the wise one takes his dying breath
Famished, the arduous search intensifies
Yearning, through dessert sun the horses have died
Despair, brothers turn their backs abandoning the cause
Realization, is all hope lost?
Feel... so weak...
Is this... the end?
Noooo!!!
March to the heart of the enemy fortress
We will take the cure by brute force
Blades clash, blood is spilled
Blades clash, many killed
On our quest for valor
Healed us
Found the cure
Kingdom
Has again become pure
Outnumbered
Yet we did endure
Our quest for valor
Quest for valor
Valor...