Act 2 (Cursed Land)

The evil king of all black magic Possessor of the crown of divine In command of a demon army War has started, between light and dark The armies march for a final war The evil forces have captured prince Atardil A big black castle with a high tower Terror and horror lurks under ground Dark master reign of shadows He rules with merciless hate In the darkness of his land The world lays before his feet Lonesome in sadness, paralyzed by fear Screaming in terror, but no one can hear Every heartbeat hurts My tears, long since gone Under a castle, center of Lithdor Foul dungeons of depraved beasts He's covered in blood, his robe torn apart The elfprince escapes, to save the world Utilizing devious paths His well-known powers takes him To the sinister haunt The army of the light holds Atardil in high esteem Fire is licking his back as he runs Stumbling and falling"Oh, what have they done" His wounded body evokes memories of his daughter Unfurled flags and the cloud covered skies His heart bursts into a blaze Atardil, sent on a fool's errand, must succeed Climbing the steps of the giant tower I came upon the monument of death I felt the lurking danger in the dark I stood before a door of purest gold Prepared his mind for the final fight He raised his hands: and magic filled the air"Aina Elen, Beleg Arato, Lithdor Gûlhir, Teldagor" It sounded like a thousand undead souls It crushed the crown and light shined over the world No sun shines on this cursed land Forests have turned into sand Wind blows away every sound The dark empire destroyed The dark empire destroyed