The Craft Songtext
von Wildpath

Hear the story of a Kingdom′s decay. Fighting constently people last all their faith.
The Sun turned to black. "End is near" the king said.
Against the evil one, his son'll lead a march to the west.
"We′ll march 'till the end fighting for our land!
There is no way black home... Since our fate calls."
Dice have been thrown! Sacrifice of a son...
An evil spell's been sent to turn sane again.
A few days later a new sun is shining above!
The dark craft′s honoured! A king′s tear for his son...
"So far from home, just sadness remains... Walking day after day, what purpose for this quest?
Tears won't fall, as long as I don′t look back. I'll keep on marching envin if the sun warms my back!
Despite our death... Endlessly to the west...
Despite our death... Endlessly... to the west..."
"We′ll march 'till the end fighting for our land!
There is no way black home... Since our fate calls."
Dice have been thrown! Sacrifice of a son...