A legend tells of a mighty warrior led by his royal will
To traverse the Dark and stop it’s vital spread
With a trusty comrade at his side he fought the Primeval Beast
A battle for the ages shook the Abyss from within
It is said that he prevailed but so much blood was shed
In his final glimpse of life he called upon his king
In a coffin now he sleeps, buried in the Darkroot Garden
With a Great Grey Wolf to guard his rest from all trespassing foes
Not once were his eyes shut or was the grave disturbed
A thousand swords now lie before him as a warning sign of death
Yet I come forth and raise my blade and the wolf shall soon fall down
In a final battle as we met under the desert moonlight
As fire breached from Hell beneath
And lightning bolts fell from the sky
The silent forest was the only witness
Of our wrath and force and blood
As fire breached from Hell beneath
And lightning bolts fell from the sky
The mighty wolf lies cold and breathless
Reunited once again with his master
Now the legend tells of an undead warrior led by his grievous fate
To traverse the Dark and meet an ancient serpent
As the Kings were slain the warrior called the seeker
So he rose from the Abyss and told the forbidden truth
“Your past is blurred and thoughts are twisted by the hands of the old lord
He fears the man within you and trembles at the sight of Dark
Entrust thine flesh to me for I am your faithful guardian
And together we shall plant the seeds of a glorious age!”
All hail our new Dark Lord!
And welcome the Age of Man!