The Long Night

Oh ere, behold the setting sun,

That casts its shadow on the grass.

From light's recession we can run,

But finally, night's come to pass.

The shamblers rise, and terror stalks,

Creatures of the night abound.

Through King's Crest these monsters foul do walk,

Safety is not to be found.

The Spore Queen's will is carried out,

Her infestation over the land spreads.

The heroes we must do without,

Must fight our foes and sense of dread.

But ever her plants thirst for blood,

And long darkened is this realm's sky.

We fight, but it's like force of flood,

We fight, and sweat, and bleed, and die.