The night is dark, the Evil's here,
They can sense your fear.
The lives you live, the dangers faced,
The horrors now, in which you're placed.
A game of chance, of something old,
Of something which will soon unfold.
Your hatred is the curse you bear,
You chase something that never seems to be there.
You cannot work alone, nor apart,
You have been beside each other always, from the start.
The eldest saved the younger, from their mother's burning bones,
And still they save each other, from many forces unknown.