Слова:
Darkmoon Vengeance For Withered Hearts

Переклад: Молодика. Помста за висохлий Hearts.

of blackness Anger in his eyes, the call within Cleanses his hands with the blood of the fallen enemy Raises his hands in victory For the love of his

his realm drawn his blood Arise brothers of the night, for our blade gleam in the moonlight We are the power that gathers us here, masters Knights gather for

Scorned! Transcend, boil, burn, and ruin! Transform, rise, strength, ruinous War! Draw my blade glide it across my throat My calling Embers invasion me Die with