Xael - The waste of dreadrift

Deep in the hollows of Suval
The darkness it lurks
a pit for the serpents
a prison shrouded in a foul enigma

These creatures, slavers of souls
Their gods (gods) feast on their own
...They challenge us, seeking to test our worth

From the dirt, from the ashes of old
I am the liberator
You are the fiend, we are the challengers

These halls we adorn with the hides of our foes
We'll flood the isles, with... the ichor of the gods

I (x3)
I am the scourge
With ferocity
We rise to our ordeal


They Fall (x3)
Fall to our heels
With resolve
Our wounds tether our will

From the dirt, from the ashes of old
I am the liberator
You are the fiend, we are the challengers

These halls we adorn with the hides of our foes
We'll flood the isles, with the ichor of the gods

As we emerge, into a new world
Assimilate, in the end, we must serve

The cold lays upon, our bruised tattered flesh
our wrath is our god, and we're triumphant

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