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Curled golden Horn

Object of the legends

Summon through your song

Heroes of the Ages

No iron is hard

No mountain is tall

For "The grave is no bar to my call"

Mount and spur your horse

Gallop with the wind

Nothing must bar the course

The Great Hunt begins

Make haste, sniff out the trail

Of something far more vile

Upon the task at hand rides

The hope of all mankind

She walks the earth again

Daughter of the Night

Between us it never ends

The Pattern grips you tight

The heron wades in your palm

The blood you deny

The banned you dread the most

Do you still defy?

Bards will sing our songs

Gleemen tell our tales and our stories

(You must) Think only of salvation

Not of greatness and all the glory

For "The grave is no bar to my call"

From Stone to Stone

Scenes of what might be

Straying you away

From your destiny

Vitality so great

In the void in waits

Corruption by the taint

In the void it waits

Draw and bare your steel

Blade rang on blade

The heron is yours for real

Slay or be slain!

Duty runs in your veins

Summoned heroes aid

And now fulfill your fate

Ride the weave of the Age

Bards will sing our songs...