The Last Resort

[Storyteller]

It seems like the end is drawing near,

Everyone's on the ground

And sendor can't decide

On who he should drop the sickle first.

Rahed is not ready to give up yet,

He's not willing to let go

And with firm voice incite the other kings:

[Rahed]

We need to s tep up and do something,

I know we're weak and paralyzed,

But if we don't do everything in our power

Then tomorrow will never come.

We are the custodians of wisdom,

Of millennial magic arts,

So there must be something we can do

To prevent a dreadful end!

[Sendor]

In your death throes...

[Storyteller]

Dipped in the blood, the dust and the dirt,

The kings crawl to the floor, exhausted and hurt,

Reaching for their weapons,

Summoning strength for their last resort,

The only hope

To survive.

[Storyteller]

The rod is summoning the force

Of the magic elements,

The bow attracts the ring

And then they start floating in mid-air

And as the weapons come in contact

They create a beam of light

That suddenly goes into daltor's sword.

[Rahed]

Oh look at the silver sword shining!

It's a dazzling blinding glow

And what we are witnessing is

The eternal fight between light and the dark.

We are the custodians of wisdom,

Of millennial magic arts,

I knew there'd be something we could do

To prevent a dreadful end!

[Sendor]

In your death throes...

[Storyteller]

Dipped in the blood, the dust and the dirt,

The kings crawl to the floor, exhausted and hurt,

Reaching for their weapons,

Summoning strength for their last resort,

The only hope

To survive.