It's there in his eyes The guilt of a thousand lives lost In sorrow we ride In search of the sword to save us Behind us Celendas is burning Before us the Neveren await Surrounded by endless despair I must lead him on through this waste I shall sing to force him onward Guide his fate The Prince of Doom The foothills of Scorn (where evil awaits) The skies growing ever darker A shadow that falls (Adratheon's spawn) A stranger in black revealed Above us the wyrmlings are swirling Before us the son and the sword The prince shall engage the pariah His challenge will not be ignored I shall sing to spark his fury Misstep, missed note Seals our Doom From his slumber. Comes a warrior In his hands The sword Salvation I must sing We must go onward Has this loss foretold our door? Our Doom