From the western shores of Epicland To the eastern Provence of Elnora A battle rages on One side for good, the other for evil Some ally themselves with orcs, others with thieves Soldiers marching on and on Cities being destroyed, killing all in their way They wish to implore Malinor's rule To all those who do not bow Months passes, and war reaches Elnora The enemy breaches its walls He gave up his kingdom for Krystan His once long lost love had returned When all hope seems lost, a messenger appears Mailnor gives the order to retreat