Deepest into the east Where vast ridges meet the Ivory shores Winds of the Zephyr chill the blood in frostbitten hearts Treacherous! Furious! Surely the mountain will bring us to fall Lord of the winds Let our passage be swift Ruler of mist in this age-old ruin King of the East Let the trials begin Grant me the secret for I seek the Century Horn of Mount Farnor As a blizzard draws near Upon the highest mountain we stand Thundering footsteps strike a fear into our hearts Vicious thrall! Answer our call! Hear us, come forth and unveil who you are! Lord of the storm To this quest I am sworn Ruler of mist on this age-old mountain King of your kin Let your trials begin! Speak me your riddles for I seek the Century Horn ♪ First, the answer is clear But dawn breaks before the second word's voiced One final riddle strikes despair into our hearts Queen of leaves! Returned to me! Surely, your words bring the giant to fall! Lord of the bones So assured of your throne Ruler of men among thousand towers King of your kin Now your war will begin! Thousands are gathering as I sound the Century Horn Devious! Glorious! Brother, I'll find you wherever you are!