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Black clouds cover the skies

There will be no dawn

No hope for the city of white

Fear fills the air

Light the beacons deep in the mountains

The host of Riddermark will answer

Not for pride, not for gold

But for the sake of their world

How did it come to this?

Who wants so much death and despair?

The hammer of the underworld strikes

Can they survive the night?

The sun starts to rise

The riders have arrived

To spill blood, to fight

On the red fields of despair

Crush the enemy

This is the end of time

There's no escape

No one will survive

The cursed have risen

To fulfill their oath

To cleanse the land

From the curse of the Black Hand

Good men have fallen, making a stand

And now we have the upper hand

The flame of the west will burn

As the King takes command

Crush the Enemy

This is the end of time

There's no escape

No one will survive