Only when a heart is pure,
only when light fights the dark,
only when you raise a sword,
only then a legend may be born.

Listen to the rhythm of the soul,
listen to the lute so sweet,
when you dance with all those tunes,
only then a legend may be born.

When blood is on the sword and hands,
when a hero falls in a fight,
when a maiden sheds a tear,
only then a legend may be born.

When a pendant's crashed in two,
when the twins are locked alone,
when the guarding dragon flies,
only then a legend may be born.

When the sword comes out of the stone,
when the dust from the crown is wiped,
when the heir can take the throne,
only then a legend may be born.

You drink your last cup of ale,
horse is saddled, armour gleams,
only when you ride to fall,
only then a legend may be born.

Only when a head falls down
and you make the sun shine red,
only when you're last to stand,
only then a legend may be born.

Only when the pendant is
put together by your hand,
only when the twins are bound,
only then a legend may be born.

You drink your next cup of ale,
telling things that you have seen,
only when your tale is done,
only then a legend may be born.

Only when a quill and ink
touch the parchment of a page,
only when they write your tale,
only then a legend may be born...