Into the vast forest of death I welcome thy. Sharpen the blade of my iron sword. Light the fires

on the torch, soon you'll realize your impending doom.

A choir of daggers cut from below. A dark soul illuminates under the blood moons glow. The

shrill horn of death, under a blackened sky. As the lightning strikes, we'll creep through the night.

Panthior, this is the end. A viscous circle has broken at the seem. No regrets your name is void.

The spectral wolf howls at the frostbitten sky.

A choir of daggers cut from below. A dark soul illuminates under the blood moons glow. The

shrill horn of death, under a blackened sky. As the lightning strikes, we'll creep through the night.

We forage through the sacred ruins. A celestial force demands the tipping of the scales.

To Secartha now, With unruly force. Vehement opposition, Take back the throne.

We'll creep through the night.

Take to the Night.