The heirs of darkness
Shadows neath the deathly grey
Cold and unmoving
Mere relics of the world's decay
A storm unyielding
Herald to a fading dawn
Four crystals guide the hand
Of chosen few that to the light are sworn
The crescent lake resounds
With ancient verse
Prophetic words
Of raging seas and barren earth
The ages have foreseen
As they collide
Will eons fade
And the restless tides of a dying world will rise
Before a kingdom forsaken
Forged in the bloodshed
That stains the crimson skies
Defiant souls
From the darkness awaken
Drawn through the restless night
Disciples hewn from the fated course they ride
Ill-spent are benighted prayers
That exalt a hallowed land
No hearth, nor grave
But where we make our stand
As ascendant Gods emerge
The archaic burn
The ebb and flow
That the wheels of fate forever churn
When the withered star of morn
Falls to demise
Neath umbral veil
We whisper tales that another Sun will rise
Upon a kingdom forsaken
Piercing the bloodshed
That stains the crimson skies
Defiant souls
From darkness awaken
Drawn through the restless night
With hearts aflame
To oblivion we ride
The coming age ignites a spark
In heart and blade withal
Where goes the light, so goes the dark
The Gods that rise, so too will fall
Rise
Defy the chaos ascending
Cut through the bloodshed
And in the dark unite
We are but pawns
In cycles unending
As break and wane the tides
Of primal fiends and warriors of light