Creptum - The Black Sword

Born in an age of pure madness
In the war his father was cursed
By the powers of the Enemy
And imprisoned in his own home he was
To escape of the Orientals
To the Great Forest he left
And met the king of the first-borns
And there his destiny was sealed

After some years of learning
A great warrior he became
And the dragon´s helmet raised again
Feared by his enemies he was
A son to the eyes of the King
A best friend to the eyes of the captain
Together they defended the realm
The Sword and the Bow fought as one

Such an honor given to a Man
Makes one of the king´s men jealous
But this man was killed by an accident
And ashamed he fled to the woods
Going to the hills of blood
He became a leader of the outlaws
And after be betrayed by the dwarf
Taken to the Enemy he was

In the desert of the north he fell
With despair and shadows in his mind
And in a moment involved in darkness
He killed his friend who rescued him

Going to the fortress in the Narog
He went to the war with the king
The city was destroyed by the dragon
And he went to the north seeking vengeance
He found the serpent again
And killed her with the dark blade
But the darkness fell upon him
So he threw himself in his sword