Heroes of Neflaria, hear my call.
The wicked of this world has laid unchecked for too long.
Fire and stone, steel and cold,
Allow the triumphant winds to blow.
Over rolling hills and by the brook,
It's time for honor to be took!
Heroes now have heard my plea,
The darkness grows, I must flee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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