The dawn just came on the Ravenland plains
Maltaar dragged from his sleep
seem to be peaceful and calm
They came down to the ground floor of the inn
Surprised to see them so early, Karling ask for their plans
-Where do you run like this?
-The quest for Alifaar's door!
-What a fuss, you're crazy!
-I'll explain you on my return!
-If there is a return, don't you know all the legends going 'round about him?
The morning breeze of the north winds
Made the trees rattle
Maltaar saw in this wind
The blowing of his people
And the Killianor's sight
But they know it all, stories settled in their souls
They walk all the morning, not afraid of dying
The morning breeze of the north winds
Made the trees rattle
Maltaar saw in this wind
The blowing of his people, and the Killianor's sight
Suddenly, the forest resounded with their shouts
In a glade, sword in hand, an orc's body lay down
Many others came, and the battle was as its height
They killed the orcs in this way
And iron shines in the morning light
An high voice came from the trees
A gnome was hiding there
Trying to escape from the orcs
They wanted to stole his creation
The morning breeze of the north winds
Made the trees rattle
Maltaar saw in this wind
The blowing of his people
And the Killianor's sight
Suddenly, the forest resounded with their shouts
In a glade, sword in hand, an orc's body lay down
Many others came, and the battle was as its height
They killed the orcs in this way
And iron shines in the morning light
