Part 2, The Curse
Time to find, time to push,
Look at death, the eye of your wish.
Control the tongue, a fortune made,
Now is the time to wield the blade.
A child of light, the dark to fight,
A guide to those of injured sight,
Lead them on, that troubled throng.
The light for you waits,
Find your fate,
Cut the path,
Mend the gash,
The blood it still seeps,
From the wounded heart that creeps.
Now you must turn,
Now you must spurn,
The doom, the harm they herald you.
Warrior song of Fher’den.