Nosgoth, dark and crumbling from corruption Insanity and plague spread, disrupting equilibrium The Pillars crack and wilt with each passing night Hope seems to vanish as the population fights for survival The land’s protectors long since burned and broken The mother of Balance slain without their shield Her beloved, stricken with grief, tainted all in the Circle Driving the nation into this great darkness An aristocrat killed and revived as the undead’s strongest race Seeks a cure for this demonic affliction Thrust upon him is the task of clearing the poisoned well An expedition of chaos was his destiny His battle style merciless, bringing suffering to the conquered Feasting on the blood of the fools who cross his path Imposed with an existential dilemma in this rampage To return to humanity, or rule as a god? Trekking through the blackened lands, felling all the Circle’s converts Wielding now the ancient blade, spoken of just in legends To see his mission to the end, the rules of time itself were broken Traveling back in history, ending calamity before its inception A paradox Kain did invoke, the answer to his question found To rule Nosgoth with vampiric might was his true purpose in undeath Atop his horrid throne, sipping on the blood of those defeated Forming the infernal legion, constructing an immortal legacy Humanity was left a minor ripple in his wake The spectral empire upheld with integrity The skies ashen and the sun darkened by uncaring fog The balance restored in a perfect, new way, enveloped in unyielding cold

I walked alone, fulfilling the wills of my own A one man, dead-eyed slaughterhouse I saw much bloodshed in my travels But couldn’t stand to see the woman burn She became my love and let me enter the cult A place where my skills were indispensable Despite our being named the Chosen, we were thrown away The master leaving us to die I LIVE AGAIN! No more a slave to the Cabal, I rise from this hollow grave My former predators I’ve marked as my prey I’ll tame the hellhound, crush the spider queen, exterminate the gargoyles, And exact our vengeance on the ultimate deceiver My fury reigning, the fire raining, the cult shall be dissolved Fading into endless blackness as their luminary is quashed My bloodthirst only quenched when I hear his dying breath And my consorts’ souls are rightfully laid to rest

Generations ago, a throng of heroes laid waste To the dark lord bent on domination The fairest of the saviors carried the blood of the slain Cursed at birth, now damned by his triumph Perceiving his actions with disgrace He committed himself to slumber Extinguishing his power in exchange for peace of mind The world, however, would not see such peace For in the centuries he slept, his predecessor would return Leaving just the holy clan to fend alone The living representative did so valiantly Certain that the demon would never rise again The solitude was shattered in a meager five years And the legendary sect was left abandoned The doomed son’s rest was disturbed His purpose rekindled, his strength reignited The devil castle resurrected, blacker than the past An evil omen that would swallow the land whole A vampiric terror far more gruesome than those before Only he could bring it to an end Forced to roam the halls of the massive structure Hunting his own flesh and blood He hoped to find his unknown ally But only found countless adversities He overcame the peons that were his foes The fiends no match for the dark descendant The lord of flies and the Demon Realm’s king fell by his hand Even Death himself would writhe The depths of the castle would reveal the secret, a force before unseen The dark priest, a ventriloquist pulling the traitor’s strings The man’s mind restored, now lending his strength like in old times A band of vampire killers stands tall to cut this evil bind The illusion broken, he made the final confrontation The warlock’s clutch was shattered with ease And the devil received a fatal lullaby Ensuring tranquility for several hundred years Malevolence conquered, the clan would extend with vigor Emboldened by one that most would fear A guilt-ridden soul driven to find redemption Twice the unlikely hero, he became the wind