A world beyond the borders of light
Will come forth soon again
As black as the sky in the moonless night
Are the envoys of the perpetual curse
Here the woods are not what they seem
Here the darkness is alive
This sinister silence which settled here
Is the omen of the coming darkness
Into the breathless slumber
These fields of distress will soon fall
Where no daylight will ever reach
Where the children of the night await
The ones of the unlight, the blackened souls
Dark enemies of the god, a horde of ghouls
Here the woods are not what they seem
Here the darkness is alive
