The Light will prevail!
It must! It must,
Or all hope is lost.
Darkfriends are plenty,
standing against the world outside.
Seeping in amongst the righteous,
like Silverpike they multiply.
The blemished world is writhing,
with darkness, like a plague.
We must unite beneath a single flag!
To rid the west of the bloody scum
or all hope is lost.
All hope is lost.
Breaking free is the Dark One
coming from his flaming bore.
Shadowspawn sprout from his ears,
Forsaken from his eyes.
Filling minds with deadly dreams
and evil, dirty lies.
The dream of Light is simple;
A utopia for all.
But why are there corrupted ones
to try and make is fall?
Each day the sickness spreads,
destroying as it goes.
Blood and bloody ashes!
No one seems to know
of anything or anyone
To save the population.
Of coarse this must be done
or surely we will crumble.
But a Dragon is reborn,
a dirty, sickly man.
Prophesized to save us,
he begins to go insane
This crazy coot to rescue?
What justice does this show?
We are being punished
for reasons the Creator only knows.
Yes, the hope of Light is fading.
Darkness covers all
like a blanket, suffocating.
A slow and painful death,
the world is fated to.
That is why we must unite!
To drive away the evil spirits
and regain a long lost hope.
But who is left
courageous, still with a soul?
Not but one who would stand
against the Dark, so mighty.
And still this hope is weak.
The Light must prevail!
Or the world becomes a waste.
But all hopes have been drained,
sparks put out,
and spirits dampened.
A sickly world is left behind,
beneath a darkness glowing.
There must be something left,
a shred of decency.
And those who can will harness it;
The weight of fate
dragging them to their knees.
A tiny effort it will be,
but an effort all the same.
Our only chance to beat the Dark
at this evil, twisted game.