• So long have you ventured beyond the rill
    To the Forbidden Land under dark skies;
    And thus took the risk and left to fulfill
    A quest that would lead to your own demise.
    You fought sixteen beasts made from spell and stone
    And watched your future come, even more bleak
    As you felled each idol for to atone
    Revival to a fair maiden, so meek.
    This land you walked upon was oh so vast,
    Though Lord Emon wished it not be traveresed
    For, if the spell of Dormin's rage be cast,
    One's soul would be under a horrid curse.
    Your death was the start of your new rebirth
    As an infant under the sunlit earth.