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Heeding the call of the ancient spectral masters

An archaic creed, following the old ones

Demon blooded beasts descending from the hills

Masters of phantasmal warfare

Innocents tortured and enslaved

Peaceful village now a barren landscape

Their fields all in flames

Feasting upon the bodies of the virtuous

Village guards flee in fear

By sword do we conquer and by scourge do we rule

The time of ascendancy is now

Lay waste to the population of the conquered

Enslave the souls of all those who remain

Feeding on their life force, extracting vital essence

Discard the rotten husks, devoid of all humanity'

One thousand years

We lie in wait

Stories passed to frightened children

Of unearthly creatures resting deep in sleep

One thousand years

We will return

With an unquenchable thirst

For innocent life

Mad with lust we stream out from the hills

This time none shall escape