Dargor, Shadowlord of the Black Mountain

***Dargor, Shadowlord of the Black Mountain*** is the fifth track on Rhapsody of Fire's Dawn of Victory album. An extended version with different lyrics exists as the second track on the Holy Thunderforce single.

## Lyrics

Mighty and brave is the fighter of shade

He's prince of the darklands... Dargor his name

Adopted by Vankar, old wizard of Helm (Helm!)

disciple of evil he twisted his brain

Fire burns between pride and honour

Steel wild pounds in his dragonheart

Face to face with the cult of evil

Prince of lands of the darkest dream

We sing to the wind the legend of the kings

to spread our heart to the kingdom of dust

where heroes are lost, where now reigns the shadowlord

Power and glory but from the wrong side

For his tragic past he disowned the sunlight

But Akron knows well all the truth of that day

He needs him as fighter, a warrior so brave

Fire burns between pride and honour

Steel wild pounds in his dragonheart

Face to face with the cult of evil

Prince of lands of the darkest dream

We sing to the wind the legend of the kings

to spread our heart to the kingdom of dust

where heroes are lost, where now reigns the shadowlord

Fire burns between pride and honour

Steel wild pounds in his dragonheart

Face to face with the cult of evil

Prince of lands of the darkest dream

We sing to the wind the legend of the kings

to spread our heart to the kingdom of dust

where heroes are lost, where now reigns the shadowlord

## Lyrics (Extended)

Not so far from the wide dragonland

where the valleys breathe the smell of dark gate

Dargor is marching with the poor Airin

there where dark has ruled forever for the demonknights

Fire's riding to valleys of death

while shadows are rising from bloody hells

Fire's riding to Hargor, the town

where evil and terror conquered the clouds

We sign to the wind the legend of the kings

to spread our heart to the kingdom of dust

where heroes are lost, where now reigns the shadowlord

Carved in shadow is his magic throne

Kron disciple not extreme at all

Gothic his kingdom told by old jesters

Pride and terror live together

in his stormy heart

Fire's riding to valleys of death

while shadows are rising from bloody hells

Fire's riding to Hargor, the town

where evil and terror conquered the clouds

We sign to the wind the legend of the kings

to spread our heart to the kingdom of dust

where heroes are lost, where now reigns the shadowlord

Cry with me to fill the crystal sea

cry for all the victims of these stones

shed your tears to fill the silent fall

and wash in it your sword

Fire's riding to valleys of death

while shadows are rising from bloody hells

Fire's riding to Hargor, the town

where evil and terror conquered the clouds

We sign to the wind the legend of the kings

to spread our heart to the kingdom of dust

where heroes are lost, where now reigns the shadowlord

(Why... Dargor, why? Dargor, why?)

## Lore

...after the legendary fight of the bravehearts against Dargor’s army, Ancelot was free once again and the Warrior of Ice could finally raise his divine steel in the air, as a sign of victory. Two proud warriors, the chosen one and Arwald, hero of the northern lands, led the valorous men of the Enchanted Lands to another great day that will be sung and remembered at the court of the kings by all the royal jesters... But, as usual, war means free violence and cruelty, both could not restrain their tears of anger for all the innocent victims who fell on the dusty ground surrounding the citadel.

The nightmare never seemed to end... Airin, Arwald’s beloved princess of Ancelot, captured during the siege of the town together with another dozen of proud knights known in all the southern regions of the Enchanted Lands for their valour, was on the way to Hargor, hellish town of the Darklands, located in the heart of Chaos.

Dargor and his prisoners were now marching through the Dragonland and it seemed impossible to reach them before they reached Akron’s nest.

So in the following days, whilst organising plans to free their imprisoned friends, the Warrior of Ice and Arwald could do nothing but wait for the inevitable demands given by the cruel Black King...

The messenger of Chaos finally came and the fear of all became tragic reality: the demons
of Akron would impale, one by one all the prisoners if he didn’t receive the legendary steel of the
gods... yes, my friends, that’s right... the mystical Emerald Sword. Oh, god... what hellish use could
be made of that precious weapon! But anyway something had to be done, and as soon as possible,
so the decision was taken! Arwald and the Warrior of Ice would meet the Black King in the center
of Hargor, that godforsaken town of the Darklands, and Akron would guarantee the life of the
prisoners by exchanging it for the mystical Emerald Sword. But the Warrior of Ice knew that in the wrong hands this precious weapon could help the hellish king and his dreams of conquest...

And I can confirm to you that his thinking was correct, because, as I already told you in the
first chapter of these chronicles, a bloody war between the Holy Alliance and the hordes of Akron’s empire was raging on the border between the southern lands and the Darklands, and, as you also know, the power of the Emerald Sword could have also decided the outcome of wars! So, my dear friends, it is time to raise your faces to the sky and to call the mightiest of all the rages... oh, yes, that’s right... The Bloody Rage of the Titans!!!