Through the withered vines of a rotting forest
the ruins of the old world lay untouched for centuries
still trapped within time
Holding a millennia of decadence and knowledge
Holding the key to unlock the future
Tattered scrolls written in peasants blood
a time where nobility ruled with an iron fist
Glory for the strong
Death for the weak
Through the walls of stone
in a chamber of lost hope
not touched by the light
lies the path to our fate
Our destiny
Our calling
To the blacker future we create
the ruins of the old world lay untouched for centuries
still trapped within time
Holding a millennia of decadence and knowledge
Holding the key to unlock the future
Tattered scrolls written in peasants blood
a time where nobility ruled with an iron fist
Glory for the strong
Death for the weak
Through the walls of stone
in a chamber of lost hope
not touched by the light
lies the path to our fate
Our destiny
Our calling
To the blacker future we create