When all hope seems lost and the first Voidborn scales the walls,
the forces of darkness runs rampant,
light shall arise like a Phoenix out of the ashes.
In this world fueled by misery,
hope is born in the womb of the weak and poor.
A ragtag group shall show us the sunrise,
they will slay the 3 anchors,
they will vanquish the lords of the Voidborn.
Atop a blackened spire of nightmares,
the queen of misery awaits the arrival.
One shall fall to the endless abyss of shadows,
another to the twisted queen.
Find the blade of the ancients,
claim the throne of old to fight for the new,
only then shall misery be cleansed.
The forgotten shall rise from the grave,
to drown the Voidborn,
to drag them into death's maw silencing them for all eternity.