Who here yearns to ride the winds Along the coastal shore? And who alone must face the beast To settle that awful score? I cannot perhaps to say That thou should be the one To embark upon the ocean front And pass through rain and sun. To fight the one that scourges land And blights the apple tree. The one that bites the soul of Earth And savors it with glee. He who goes must know the world, And all that it entails. For without knowing of its quirks Will he to surely fail. Three companions he will have To bolster up his might. And a mighty sword of solid stone To flay upon the night. For dark will be the beast that comes, A smother to the flame. And those who hide in fret and fear, Shall know it’s heart by name. So who shall be our champion? Who will brave the quest? To send this demon back to hell, And it’s unholy rest. The prophecies show you my friend, Should you accept the chase. And once we beat the evil back, May we feel the Light’s embrace.