Through the withered vines of a rotting forest 
The ruins of the old world lay untouched for centuries 
Still trapped within time 

Holding a millennia of decadence and knowledge 
Holding the key to unlock the future 

Tattered scrolls written in peasants blood 
A time where nobility ruled with an iron fist 
Glory for the strong 
Death for the weak 

Through the walls of stone 
In a chamber of lost hope 
Not touched by the light 
Lies the path to our fate 
Our destiny 
Our calling 
To the blacker future we create