Escape from theEvil Confraternity

They found us while we were watching their secret and evil rite
Acolytes followed us fast through the underground corridors
Armed by iron hammers and slingshots

We started a fight
Some of them fell
But we were wounded and in bad shape

We ran with our hearts in our throats
Until we reached the secret door
But - terror! - it was locked!
And we had no chanche to open it from the inside

Another fight, with no еnough strength
We fearеd that could be the end
When suddenly a spell of magic light
Defended our escape

We hid in a safe place
In the darkness
To heal our wounds

The eyes of the black priest
Will torment us for so long
But now we know where is the talisman we are looking for:
It hangs at his neck