"Between the Sky and Underworld",
An Old Man started to tell,
"Three parts of the elder magic sword
Lie waiting for the spell.
It was split up on ancient times
Was not destroyed by chance.
Three months had lasted the ruthless fight
Hero withheld his lance.
His enemy was a dreadful fiend,
Obsessed by the lust for slaying.
Already ravaged northern land
Defenders were dismaying.
He went destroying all around
The Cursed sword was in his hands.
People left out no sound
When he passed through their lands.
The Noble One decided right
"I have to stop this beast
And if I find death in this fight
I'll do my best at least".
The cruel battle has began
Both costed whole horde.
They met: the Demon and the Man
Blessed lance has crossed cursed sword.
The world was staked on their deadly dance,
Nobody could surpass.
The Hero stroke with his last ounce
The Demon felt on grass.
Prostrated Monster was impaled
The Evil couldn't resisted
But the Hero knew, it wasn't end
The cursed sword still existed.
"We must desrtroy this weapon fast"
Proclaimed he, full of wounds.
That glorious battle became his last
He died and was buried in a mound."
The Old Man smiled and darkly laughed,
"The last wish was not fulfilled.
The sword was split up - it's not enough
You can obtain it still.
Now listen you", he whispered then
"The Prophecy was said,
The one who read the ancient spell,
He will get this sword in hand"
Hearers stood up and went away,
They uttered no sound.
Everyone chose his own way.
These damn parts should be found.
