In a world where light has been forgotten
And an endless shadow shrouds the land
The army of the dead
Entered the harmonious grounds of Nivoria
And shelter must be found
As the shivering cold
Transformed them into frozen silhouettes
Only one can be their savior
But as the prophecy told, the creature
Awaiting its revival, burned down
To ashes

Over mountains, fires are raging
Darkest hours will rewake
Battle cries into the night
With more than thousands left to die

Over mountains, fires are raging
Darkest hours will rewake
Battle cries into the night
With more than thousands left to die

Only one can be their savior
But as the prophecy told, the creature
Awaiting its revival, burned down
To ashes

Over mountains, fires are raging
Darkest hours will rewake
Battle cries into the night
With more than thousands left to die