Here in the land of Moland,
There dwells an ancient kingdom
Far from the eyes of Vale,
The king seeks the death of Guthra
Wolfrider, come I welcome thee...
I trust that you'll follow me?
Deep in the mountains,
All hope rests on me,
But I can't do this deed,
Swallowed by darkness,
I'm not who they seek,
This can't be destiny
My brothers who followed me,
I watched as their souls left our world,
My sisters who fought with me
I heard as they screamed their last words
But now, I hope that you must see,
That death was not your destiny!
Deep in the mountains,
All hope rests on me,
But I can't do this deed,
Swallowed by darkness,
I'm not who they seek,
This can't be destiny
Deep in the mountains,
All hope rests on me,
But I can't do this deed
"Unable to forgive the death of his friends, the Wolfrider headed south through the great mountain range of Moland, searching for any path, to any place, away from destiny".
"Do no do this Felix Wolfrider, you must stay and fight!"