Dawn of a Dark Age
Slowly they marched on and on, to be embraced by death.
The sun has risen long ago, yet no light reached this land.

The wall of demarcation was broken, after centuries they were free.
Lightning striked, the earth started to burn, the beginning of a historical war.
There they were, a terrible sight.
This was a fight that could not be won.

A scream from a hill, It was the wizard Allanon.
High in the sky, the sign of the northern race.
He brought help, the army of the northern race.
Courage and magic fighting side by side.

The wall of demarcation was broken, after centuries they were free.
Lightning striked, the earth started to burn, the beginning of a historical war.
There they were, a terrible sight.
This was a fight that could not be won.

A new source of strength was created.
And the wall of demarcation was restored once again.
The smell of burning flesh filled the air.
This battle reached it's final step.

For the first time the Dagda Mor felt weakness.
The demons screamed of anger and disgust, they were prisoners once again.

He brought help, the army of the northern race.
Courage and magic fighting side by side.