From the western shores of Epicland
To the eastern Provence of Elnora
A battle rages on
One side for good, the other for evil
Some ally themselves with orcs, others with thieves

Soldiers marching on and on
Cities being destroyed, killing all in their way

They wish to implore Malinor's rule
To all those who do not bow
Months passes, and war reaches Elnora
The enemy breaches its walls

He gave up his kingdom for Krystan
His once long lost love had returned

When all hope seems lost, a messenger appears
Mailnor gives the order to retreat