Into the vast forest of death I welcome thee.
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 moon's 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 seam.
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 moon's 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.
