Umah:

Two hundred years have pased, wrapped in sleep and misty shades
Two hundred years he craved to awake, arise and rule again
Two hundred years was the smell of power so sweet, yet far
Two hundred years were tempting him to open his eyes

Light stabbed his sore eyes
His muscles were worn, lips dry
The sword seemed heavy in his hand
'My armies, bring them', his demand

Castle burned, armies slayed
To run and hide, his new fate
Meridian, the center of his reign,
Now his prison had became

For those long years all he dreamed of was his fall
For those long years he learned that fate awaits us all
For those long years the undead heart was damned to beat
To crave for the throne yet aware of his defeat

The pain was there to feel it,
A memory old, yet so vivid
Bitter failure he now feels
Once a king, now on his knees

Retrieve his powers, his new goal
He had so many; he wants more
Seraphin Lord his will be
Revenge will end this misery

For those long years all he dreamed of was his fall
For those long years he learned that fate awaits us all
For those long years the undead heart was damned to beat
To crave for the throne yet aware of his defeat

For all those years Kain my master used to be
For all those years he ran through nights along with me
For all those years I'll help him get what is lost
And in the end he'll save us from the Seraphin Lord