Long ago this kingdom was peaceful and content Now there is death everywhere, plague in the air Maidens, children, and priests none are spared Why our neighboring rivals not suffering the same cursed affair Hold the cure they do but share it with others they rue Sent to plead for aid our envoy struck down from behind Villainy and strife burn in their hearts As we cry for mercy they yell charge Valor On a quest for valor Heal us Searching for the cure Kingdom It must become pure Outnumbered Still we fight for sure Over jagged mountains and across stormy seas Frozen and starving we fend off dreadful beasts Reach medicine man of the dark forest As the wise one takes his dying breath Famished, the arduous search intensifies Yearning, through dessert sun the horses have died Despair, brothers turn their backs abandoning the cause Realization, is all hope lost? Feel... so weak... Is this... the end? Noooo!!! March to the heart of the enemy fortress We will take the cure by brute force Blades clash, blood is spilled Blades clash, many killed Valor On our quest for valor Healed us Found the cure Kingdom Has again become pure Outnumbered Yet we did endure Our quest for valor Quest for valor Valor...