I can feel the darkness as the Moon holds the Sun Townsfolk pray for our guidance as we're approaching the gated walls Arise for the clash of centuries, past knights and armies Your tears for our king have fueled our prophecy We conquered and plundered to claim our true aegis Spread our grand tale, for we shall reclaim our throne (our throne) Head for the tunnels Walls lit by fires as we approach the catacombs We draw our plans of engagement It is time, for he will die, his end is near Serfs will attack from inside as we strike true from above His legion will not survive Fata viam invenient O momento ex sanguine victor nascitur Vixi et liber moriar sed dum spiro spero At dawn, we rise Prep them to fight For the good of mortals Night falls upon the land, I stir restless in anticipation What if our strength can't withstand his wrath? I must get rest for the battle I can feel the darkness as the Moon holds the Sun Townsfolk march forward towards the wizard's undead regime's shield wall Arise for the clash of centuries past knights and armies Your tears for our king have fueled our prophecy We conquered and plundered to claim our true aegis Fight for your kin, for we shall reclaim our throne (our throne) Hold form for the brawl, go We fly above fighting for our kingdom Swords clash below, undead knights die in haste The wizard's powers have grown since our last engagement He will not die, we must fly Wizard's wand gives his powers, we must destroy it He is too strong, how will this fight end? Flank the sides while I grab it The elden stav gives us the valor to prevail Peasants fight under us, battles lost We're all that's left now The wizard's powers dwindle without his wand Fortes nascunt in flamma et ferro Inveniam viam aut faciam Virtus tentamine gaudet Power the elden stav's core To triumph, we surge in twilight Move to hold him, I'll use the stav's charge O respice finem memento mori Stav will unleash Mors janua vitae Vanquish him We fight to save the place we call to our last chance or we die Malfeasance for profit Yield, for you're outmatched by me They will now strike, round up the townspeople We'll be too weak for you But the elden stav will bring victory Invictus maneo Vixi et liver moriar, sed dum spiro spero Per mortem meam, orbis resurget