Alana the Lioness: Tortal's Champion
In dire days and of dire deeds,
She rode ahorse apon her steed;
Fate upon her heels doth ran,
She hunted spawns of satan's clan.
A besworn duke of royal blood,
Knocketh her into the mud;
Until the glory dawned the day,
Her sword in evil heart doth lay.
In the mountains legends grew,
Of a stone so pure and blue;
A mountain ghost she boldly slay,
To bring about the dawn of day.