In a world where light has been forgotten And an endless shadow shrouds the land The army of the dead Entered the harmonious grounds of Nivoria And shelter must be found As the shivering cold Transformed them into frozen silhouettes Only one can be their savior But as the prophecy told, the creature Awaiting its revival, burned down To ashes Over mountains, fires are raging Darkest hours will rewake Battle cries into the night With more than thousands left to die Over mountains, fires are raging Darkest hours will rewake Battle cries into the night With more than thousands left to die Only one can be their savior But as the prophecy told, the creature Awaiting its revival, burned down To ashes Over mountains, fires are raging Darkest hours will rewake Battle cries into the night With more than thousands left to die