Friends for life, forever and a day 
Trust and friendship, strength and pride 
Warrior in arms, magician casting spells 
They'll be brothers, no matter what comes 
Many times you saved my life, friend 
I won't ever let you down 
I trust in you more than everybody else 
And I rely on you 
My sword will always take care of your back 
While your spirit flies away 
Now my mission calls me further 
But I will find back home 
My spells will always protect you 
Your armor's magic force 
Remember all the battles we fought 
Our laughter was glorious 
Yes my brother we can get to 
The end of the world if we want to 
But you'll find your death my dear friend 
Never the mage was wrong by telling 
What he saw with his magic eye 
His friends' death, is getting closer 
His trip will be without return 
Both they know what's sure to happen 
But a warrior knows no fear 
Even if he has to die 
He'll fight for man and majesty 
Far above the ground, the dragon shoots through the 
air. The tower lies behind them. 
The artefact had to be found somewhere in this mystical 
new land, that unfolded 
before their eyes. Zoraax lands and the real quest 
begins. New horrors await the knights. 
They have to fight for their lives against unknown 
creatures. The wolvespack howls 
in the night, when they sleep and their only chance to 
survive is the dragonlord. 
The destructive fire of Zoraax smashes all those who 
attack the group. Many days have 
passed and no trace leading towards the object of the 
quest was found. Until, finally, 
they were recieved by the Sworlac. They are a kind of 
elves but had to flee in former 
times, the so0called first days. Here, in the cold 
north, they had founded a new civilisation. 
They knew the knights were looking for... The dust of 
angels. 
"The dust of angels can only be taken by a real hero. 
One of you has to prove his might and will. 
If you fail, the downfall of all is sealed..." 
spoke the king of the Sworlac.