Through the fog
To ancient halls
Only known in crumbling scrolls
Summoned here into my realm
With mace and shield and shadow helm
They come
They die
They rise
They fight to regain their lives
Then they die
Their shades will forever fight
Countless times we’ve stalked these halls
Countless times we’ve fought these hoards
The tower prison terror green
The tunnel’s molemen labouring
The flying mantas of storm shrine
The ogre bogs, filled with slime
A warning scrawled upon the ground
A magic ring a goblin found
The merchants here, they trade in souls
You’ve learned the spells the old one knows
Countless times we’ve stalked these halls
Countless times we’ve fought these hoards
Armored knights with glowing eyes
Dragon’s breath and haunting cries
Forgotten souls that haunt these worlds
Questing blind and in soul form
Survive this day and you may find
A demon’s mouth into you climb