fading in moonlight the darkness of night across someone's dream of cruelty and fright the nomads of somberlain stalking ignite the fire that burns in disdain and delight a weary man's head now lays down to rest directly amidst a serpent's cold nest
a dark robe of velvet weaved of despair the gown of the weak for the weak ones to wear the day to rest it now finally goes the enemies of order the holy one's foes aligning the planets, constellations appear
to announce the arrival, the chosen ones here... basra, in darkness, the jewel of the night my somberlain beauty there's no need to fight the veil of deceit around you if flows my dagger is drawn now pay what you owe
from far and wide disciples draw nigh to praise the birth, the coming, the rise
now that the prophecy has finally come true the witches of earth realm brew a strange brew to poison the lands and blacken the soil for the growth of disaster to bring chaos and toil