In my darkest nightmares,
Dark-elves ride from northrends.
Warcries, echo across,
Mountains and mid-forest.
Drow lords trample into my home;
Coming crushing!
I feel their madness is growing,
Hatred in black heart is burning.
From icy hills they are falling,
Like a snow-wave war is coming.
Drow god Creas failure,
Inevitably brought destruction
And midland
Is gonna pay...
You shall pay:
Crush!
Chill!
Burn!
Die!
Matrons, gather armies;
Duergar and negro alies.
On the hills of snowlands;
Mindforce horror returns.
By the name of crea:
Chaos rain upon us!