Under the veil of darkness, in the freezing winter realm
The winds, they scream with anguish, across the void of
endless trees
In the forest of secartha, we gather wood to feed the
flames
True death is inching closer, tonight we will feel it's
chill
The sky will collapse into madness, the rift will emerge
Beneath the eclipse of the dual moons
The wolves now howl under the pale glow of crystal spheres
The city is growing anxious as we ride on through the gates
Three years have passed behind us, a time of tranquil
fleeting triumph
Soon they'll descend upon us, a new journey will begin
The sky will collapse into madness, the rift will emerge
Beneath the eclipse of the dual frost moons
Death is looming from the watchtower the darkness grows
Inching toward uncertainty
Life's been quiet since beyond the wall, but peace cannot
last
The turning of a new page
The atmosphere has shifted, foreboding clouds of fear
Death is looming as the moons now disappear, a thunderous
roar of horror
Cascading winds of seething power
Shattering the ancient panes of stained glass
They ride the rift of endless sorrow, raining terror upon
our distant sacred lands
In time they will come for us
A declaration of total war
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