Ancient Mastery - The Majesty of Aztara

High up in the mountains, in the wayward Drämmarskol
We left our horses, below in the squall
We've heard the olden stories, the ancient fairy tales
Of lanterns in the darkness, leading to dead end trails

Night after night, day after day
Our bones they weaken, the blackness frays
The maps are long gone, the sun is far
No signal in the sky, no morning star
How much longer?

Find the signs of the ancient tribe
Unveil the way to the glory of Aztara
The poets praise the beauty of this mythical crest
The top of the world, where gods lay to rest

This is the place, where our forefathers stood
With sword and mace, until the earth shook
Now they're only legends, like we will be someday
But to become a hero, you have more than dragons to slay

But the hardest part, lies still ahead
The Passage of the Lost is sure to dread
The path is treacherous, the shadows play foul
Through the air chimes an ear-splitting howl