So long have I walked in the Shadow Realm, so frail
Darkness, cold and desolation hounding my trail
The last fading embers give no solace to the forlorn
Malevolence now plagues the land, a sickness grips the throne

Seeds of chaos were sown across the land
Malformed scions of the plague hail the withered hand
The last bastion of the light has fallen to its demise
The wardens were burnt at the stake ensuring chaos' rise

As the last of my order, my destiny I claim,
To return to the forlorn keep and end darkness' reign
The tyranny of undeath can plague this land no more,
The last artifact is in my hands thus I shall claim the throne

The Sceptre of Righteousness feels heavy in my hands
The searing pain dwarfed by the power that it grants
I have sworn to seek out the enemy within
The final eclipse is imminent, my path shall be grim


I will strike down the dread that grips the land
I will cleanse this realm, that keeps withering
I am sworn to honour the legacy of the lost light
It's me and my destiny entwined, only void is by my side


As I walk down the Great Hall
The veil begins to fall
The skeletal king awaits
Defiant at the gates

The destined hour is finally upon me, my fate shall be decided beyond this foreboding gateway to the grim chamber at the very heart of this accursed fortress!

I will strike down the dread that grips the land
I will cleanse this realm, that keeps withering
I am sworn to honour the legacy of the lost light
It's me and my destiny entwined, I'll end this war this night

My courage, do not fail me, as I cross over the threshold!

The skeletal king stares at the void, light flickers in his eyes,
I must end this wretched servant of death and grant him his demise
Once a lord of the Imperium so proud in his stance,
His copper crown perched jagged on his ancient head

The clash of swords, a song of woe pierces the silence deep
The hall awakens from its slumber the void swirls around the keep
The gargoyles reanimate one by one, red flames light in their eyes
A last stand against the king, I'll hold out till sunrise


Shadows fall in the wake of the undead king's demise
The first rays of the cold blue sun pierce the hoary skies
The crumbling keep is embraced by the freezing morning mist
A great triumph was sealed by the shattering of the Rift!


And as the beams of cleansing light flooded the ancient halls
and the forlorn realm of shadow was lost no more,
the champion knelt in silence, feeling the last vestige of the undead king
within him, festering in all his wounds.
Mustering all his strength he closed his grip on the sceptre and stood,
he knew his fate is one of exile and loss
As he turned his back on the keep and journeyed north,
to the lands of eternal frost


Destined for solitude
The Bane of Shadows falls
Exiled from the promised land
Salvation by death is at hand

A fate of oblivion
Glory's but a vain hope
A sacrificial pawn
Of chaos and order

A battle eternal
A never-ending struggle
Paid with the blood
Of the forgotten ones

A cycle unbroken
Yet countless have fallen
The multiversal balance
cannot be undone

His fate now accepted
His legacy lost
Craving death
Amidst the frost

He found his final rest
Among the toppled spires
Of legends laying frozen
Deep beneath the ice


And so, my sacrifice condemned me to this icy tomb where I shall remain until the final age of mankind. My legacy borne upon the winds, my land but a distant memory, yet I keep the shadow encased within my ravaged frozen body, and the darkness in my heart for all time!