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.