Corath'Thal's Fall

From beyond the darkness, minstrels sing The forlorn song of ancient kings; Their voices wail from empty halls; The mournful dirge of Kaleeth’s fall.

From beyond the darkness that claims the old, The brave, the foolish, and the bold; Warriors born, both tried and true Meet Rijora’s call with faith anew.

They sally forth to reclaim their home; The destined seat of Corath'Thal’s throne. Prowlers stalk through aether’s stain; Alas, their foes doth prove their bane.

As final orisons outward cry, Sanguine trails lance ‘cross the sky; Filled with purpose burning bright, Their fiery tears scar the night.

From beyond the darkness, minstrels sing The forlorn song of ancient kings.