"Legend has it That the world was once pitch black Only the giant dragon "Sdorica" existed And its puppets, "Mankind" Humans were granted eternal life Yet stripped of their freedom Living humbly under absolute authority A courageous warrior, Vendacti Voiced the desire to be set free In return receiving the dragon's cruel punishment The displeased appointed Vendicti as their king All daring to rise and defy destiny Which instigated hostility from the contented Facing fury from the dragon and fellow man Not once did Vendacti show intention of backing down Vowing never to succumb until fate was twisted His trusty spear in hand Pierced true into the dragon's heart A burst of glames escaped from the dragon's body And thus the sun was born Darkness made way for the light The dragon becoming the ground underneath Humans gained liberty Yet lost their immortality After thousands of years The sun brought new life to this world Flourishing, Prosperous Yet deep in the shadows There are still few Who wish to revive Sdorica And once again live forever"