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Left in loneliness
Your only friends
Your own flesh and blood
In the cursed lands
Which are left from the gods

In memory of the old tales
That had built your childhood dreams
You try to find Vigor the hermit
Who lives behind the Nebulah Stream

Vigor was an armourer
Like no one else that exists
Stronger than a tortured bear
With steel in his wrists
He forged swords
Sharper than the teeth of hungry wolves
Tempered in the blood of elves
According to the ancient rules

The only chance to survive
To grow up, to live your life
Is to find this old man
The only way to take revenge

Now pass the lakes of sulphur steam
Go through the land of eternal ice
Through the realms of infernal rule
And you will find your holy light

Vigor was an armourer...

The only chance to survive...

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