When life was new the gods of old, created people so their story could be told
We warshiped them, they watched over man, but nobody could’ve seen their plan
They created Demons to keep the balance, but greed overcame them, and soon came Malice
We hid in fear until the day, the senete came to lock them away
We then rejoiced and stopped our prayer, and now the gods sit and beware
Because our voices sing no more, and they see the coming of a war.