Encroaching darkness all around,
His laboured breath the only sound,
He grips his sword and prepares to meet his end.

The blood drips from his shaking hand,
As he does as the Witch commands,
As he stands before the great wizard’s chamber.

Door shattered in a thousand pieces,
He stood there in the gaping hole,
His blood red hands they were a-shaking,
As he stood before his father.

Enki screamed “How long do you think it’s been,
Since we stood before one another?“
I see you’re worse for wear, my boy,
This witch has really done a number.”

Well I’ve seen some things in my time, but this has to be the best,
To send my own son and heir to take my head.

She’s a fool to test my immortal might,
Even with the power of the undead.
I won’t kill my son, my dear, I'll remove the curse instead.

Finally I’m free from your reign,
Finally I’m free from this pain,
I just wanna go home to her,
Forget about all the pain I've caused.

Hold still boy this is the tricky part;
Prising the curse from your hero's heart.
She'd almost turned it all to black,
But your speed and strength managed to avoid fate like that.

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Run,
Run like hell, boy,
don’t look back son,
She is coming for you.

Her evil knows no bounds, it will hunt you down,
Cast you into horrors like the hounds of hell,
Your soul will pay the ultimate price.))

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Darkness, darkness all around, it slowly encroaches now,
Spells from the edge of time, to eradicate the light.
We must fight hand in hand, to defeat her grasp upon this land,
Love and hope will never be conquered by evil.))

The Witch’s curse it had been lifted, by the greater power of his father’s hand.
Cyrian turned around, grabbed his sword and ran to his trusty stead.

He mounted her saddle, gave an awesome cry and the beast roared up and charged.
She moved across the battlefield, obliterating all in her path.

The battle for Enki's tower still raged, as they sprinted off to afar.
You can still hear the screams of the men, as they die.

Tears were streaming from his face,
as he clung tighter to the beast, as she began to fly.
Cyrian free, fled far away, to a place that he thought he'd be safe,
A chance to regain his strength, plan his revenge.

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((Chorus))

We will never be conquered!
No, never by evil!

A new blood moon hangs motionless, a dawn the new born early eve,
The rays of sunlight decline start to slowly fade behind the new forest,
A farmer's hand cups another tiny seed, as he continues relentlessly
to sow another yard it’s par the course in this sleepy little village.
The oxen frolic in the river a reward for another hard day's work.
Children laughing, as they throw stones that skip across the water.
The sound of wind chimes tonally along with the blowing, flowing breeze.
The air is sweet and light, a blissful dream, no evil lurks in here.

But Cyrian could not bear to rest,
knowing Isabella was still in the Witch’s evil grasp.

He swore upon his sword to remove the head of that wicked bitch,
Who imprisoned us in black magic.

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He travelled back to the Witch’s lair, to free his love Isabella.
But once again the Witch’s spell induced his abeyant slumber.
But The Witch stole Cyrian’s heart, to avenge her son, as Enki killed him.
So he endures this endless torture,
‘Cos she could not kill him.