Rains descend on this mangled camp
A fortress withered by endless affray
Sisterhoods befell to a hex
The demoness initiates her reign
Strongholds corrupt, dissolution
Manipulated rogues against their own
Horrors from beyond the grave
Lurk deep within a cobweb ridden cave
From the monastery graveyard
Rise the blood raven in possessed rage
Tortured spirits banished now
Dust ridden crypts we must investigate
Through the murk of the dark wood
Roots run deep below the molded turf
The eldest tree withholds the scroll
Open portals to ruination
Plunge through the sunken passageways
To the monolithic monuments
Liberate the elder Cain
Foretelling terrors imminent to rise
And so it came to pass
The countess bathed in virgin blood
Buried alive beneath a castle fell to ruin
Fortunes lie alongside the rotting skulls that bear mute witness to the inhumanity of the human creature
Across the marshes black
Carver shamans lie slain in packs
The vile archers exercised and put to rest forever
Night Clan blades shatter under the weight of retribution
Nests of wretched blood hawks cease to discharge for eternity
Storm the barracks, smite the smith, retrieve the enchanted malus
Weapons bound in sorcery are hammered on this weathered forge
We march through rusted prisons up to the inner cloister
An armored stand is made against darkness upon us
To the depths of the poisoned halls where the lamia waits
The maiden of anguish felled
But the battle is far from complete