Greeting brothers of pure light,
Of kind, humble heart.
The day has come,
When we must pick up our weapons,
Seek the misguided,
And fight.
Forces of good and evil clash,
White and black,
Light and dark,
Life and death,
One must prevail,
One must emerge from the battlegrounds,
Victorious.
Hail darklings of the underworld,
Of deathly, black heart.
The day has come,
When we must pick up our weapons,
Seek the blinded,
And fight.
Fight.
Fight.