North of the yew grove One mountain was crowned With glory and steel
Shining beacon of wealth Home of the prosperous High princess of noreia
One man To fight on the blood-red mountainside One man To vanquish the rapacious beast Once man To end the age of distress One man To fulfill the prophecy enthean
One fateful day it appeared That colossal and furious boar To feed on our sacred lands A swath of destruction Was all that remained
Iron swords were raised in vain Asunder burst our lightning spears Oppressed and stricken we languished in fear Until he rose...
Vir! Vir! vir! vir!
North of the yew grove One man stepped forth To challenge the beast
The father of this town, Home of the prosperous High princess of noreia
