The Commander's Code - High Command

Into the vast forest of death I welcome thee

Sharpen the blade of my iron sword

Light the fires on the torch, soon you’ll realize your impending doom

A choir of daggers cut from below

A dark soul illuminates under the blood moon’s glow

The shrill horn of death, under a blackened sky

As the lightning strikes, we’ll creep through the night

Panthior, this is the end.

A viscous circle has broken at the seam

No regrets, your name is void

The spectral wolf howls at the frostbitten sky

A choir of daggers cut from below

A dark soul illuminates under the blood moon’s glow

The shrill horn of death, under a blackened sky

As the lightning strikes, we’ll creep through the night

We forage through the sacred ruins

A celestial force demands the tipping of the scales

To Secartha now, with unruly force

Vehement opposition, take back the throne

We’ll creep through the night

Take to the night