In the desert of a land,
wide, red planes, sand.
An old palace, set free,
hidden, an eternity,

Propheceis occured,
whisperes in the dark heared.
An ancient creature,
of evil nature.

Summoned from hate,
a story of a failed fate.
Betrayal at the eclipse of time,
a bitter taste, a dark shine.

Once a hero with the spear,
ready against unjustice to interfere.
With a friend at his side,
who had a dark secret to hide.

A deal with the devil of the sand,
over years the mage did just pretend.
To stab the hero in the heart,
in the most epic art.

When the evil was defeated,
at with mercy it got treated.
With the Shadif of his own,
the heroes life was thrown.

A spoken curse, the final sound,
in eternity bound,
The betrayer got betrayed,
from the pittied evil slayed.

The heroes soul had no chance,
to seek justice in revenge.
Therefore it turned into a plague,
to hunt those, like the mage.

Over the aeons it saw too much,
of betrayal and of such,
that he in the end,
fell the evil in its hand.

Again a hero here is of need,
a cursed soul has to be freed.
A vicious circle to be broken,
a prophecy is spoken.

This is a call for adventure,
a risky venture.
Be aware of whom you take with you,
to make sure to become a hero true.