The battle between Will and Valacirca rages on. Will has exhausted his strength and depleted his mana, his companions have fallen, and his beloved weapon, Pale Moon, is broken. Then, just when the situation is looking dire...
on the souls of the warriors 
that dwell within my chest...
...بأرواح المُحاربين الّذين يسكنون في صدري
auf die Seelen der Krieger,
die in meiner Brust wohnen …
y por las almas de los guerreros
que hay en mi pecho
y por las almas de los guerreros
que hay en mi pecho
et sur les âmes valeureuses
qui m’habitent
e sulle anime dei guerrieri
che risiedono nel mio petto!
pelas almas dos guerreiros que
habitam dentro do meu peito...
силой душ, горящих у меня в груди...