"Shades`ll grow stronger" a dark voice calls out of the past Minds too weak to with stand to divide higher thoughts from barren lies Here I stand on the plain while dark forces gather around me hear the lament of the corvine goddess a sullen croon of my destiny The air resounds a song of doom all is lost only cairns will last Oh they`ll remain as a mute testemony to the valor of men who proudly defied the will of fate led by a vision to a bitter end Come on - you creatures of war and hate leader of the weak taste the steel of my blade Stouthearted I stand face to face with the darker side of mine well aware of my decline So here the story ends with trembly letters On this fateful script the kings herald brought to me Misery is a child of bliss and so the circles close to finally vanish into a haze of mystery All this I witnessed and even more as time passed by I saw the sons of romolns fall the one god rise and coldness survive ANOETH BID BET Y ARTHUR (A secret The Grave Of Arthur)