North of the yew groveOne mountain was crownedWith glory and steel
Shining beacon of wealthHome of the prosperousHigh princess of noreia
One manTo fight on the blood-red mountainsideOne manTo vanquish the rapacious beastOnce manTo end the age of distressOne manTo fulfill the prophecy enthean
One fateful day it appearedThat colossal and furious boarTo feed on our sacred landsA swath of destructionWas all that remained
Iron swords were raised in vainAsunder burst our lightning spearsOppressed and stricken we languished in fearUntil he rose...
Vir! Vir! vir! vir!
North of the yew groveOne man stepped forthTo challenge the beast
The father of this town,Home of the prosperousHigh princess of noreia