Running to the emperor's town, we found an old
source

There was a stone with not many words, we read
and it said:

Riding through the holy valleys you will arrive
in a grey swamp where everyone dies, so you have

to think about your past,

if your heart is not pure you won't go on: (won't
go on:)

That was the prophecy of the old bard, he lived
in all the ages,

He knew the warriors who didn't return, his heart
was pure

We have to overcome this bloody swamp, the king's
waiting for us,

we must not be late, cold is

the night and warm is our heart,

we've finally arrived at the emperor's town:
(emperor:)