Souls controlled by a puppet king...
Hearts beating on lonely strings...
Remind me now what's our place...
To give him something to hunt and chase...?

Darkness takes the best of them...
And wins despite their strong attempts...
Unfair battles cannot be won...
Blackened heart kills the holy sun...

What will help us begin to wake...
From our lord's dark mistake...?
A fire dies in pitch and cold...
A death to deal a fatal blow...

He drags his blood across the walls...
And screams echo down the halls...
All that's craved is the legend crown...
The storm has come upon us now...

Our tears and blood shed through the night...
This will be our final fight...
A single question now remains...
Strengthened by the freezing rains...

Were we ever ours to own...?
Forced to kneel at his golden throne...
The puppet king's strings are cut...
Freedom's now what we got...