With the soulblight came chaos and hate
Few were those with hearts of purity
And forgotten were those who drowned in pity
Brought by others
As mist the blight appeared
It covered the lands in darkness and death
As real as the soil they lived upon
Were the battles waiting to be won
The field was charged
The sound of steel meeting steel
Sung across the plains
In every corned of the land one could feel the Ground shake
Axes of war and spikes on clubs ripped and
Cut through flesh Thousands fell
Few were those, able to stand
Risen by pride The mist did not blind their views
Still they breathed the air polluted by the blight
But they stood proud, as one the victorious!
Songs of war were to be heard across the land
Desolate and naked were the senses of man