(In the  shadowy corrifors of the dungeon

Calling silence

Accompanied only by the full moon

The panicking yells of advisors

And the path under my bare feet...

...The Knightmarepath)

Hearing insults from the deepest forest

sound of Elitas big mouth

The elf-folk is calling me

Treguard, dungeon master, Ruler of the dungeon

Pickle, half vitted elf, Helper of the confused and lost

Open the gate and let me follow the left hadn path

The way to the lands

Where as a hero I stand

The path where Simon side stepped to the left

Knightmare path

It's the honesty of the worlds

Ruled by magic and mighty swords

That makes my soul long for the past

Knightmare path

The old hag took me to a ride on a broomstick

Introduced me to her old friend the goblins

Told me to give them a present

At the grove I met the rest - the folk of my fantasies

Skarkill, Lord Fear, goblins and pixies

Sly hands, Oakley, trolls and the seven dwarves

The path goes forever on

The way to the lands...

As I return to my room

And the quest ends

Nightmares from the dungeons

Carry me to Knightmare castle

In this spellbound night

The world's an elvish sight

In this spellbound night

The world's an elvish sight