Wildpath - The Craft

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...