Come into the outside of the walls,

See the despair from the star that falls.

Hear the sound of the darkness around

While it feeds from the lost and drowned.

Screams of this unknown world,

All in one, saying the same words:

"Run away! Don't ever look back!

They have all come to attack!"

The Nine arrive, looking from the dark

At the tiny souls that lost their spark;

Maybe still waiting for the perfect moment

When The Tenth will strike His opponent.

Khanvolyn, such a playful bloodthirster,

Avythdol, a feared and well-known trickster;

Lhylatkuj, dangerous beauty of the shadow,

And Khovantem, listener of their sorrow.

Hannyvhsor, follower of The Belief;

Kahvatien, living out from His grief;

Yvharnuy, such a strange light of Their land,

And Feythvhelyad, wisdom of the bloody hand.

Zhovythdag, the ever scariest of them all,

She still waits for Her Tenth to fall

From the dark sky into this land of despair,

To guide Them all towards the truth aware.

And so, The Nine have now awaken

In hope of finding into this world taken

The spark that is said to have promised to restore

The freedom They wished to have once more.

The prophecy has promised a new follower,

One that will not obey to the so-called Power

He will show the real meaning of existence

While everyone will scream the same sentence.

Kesshevor, Kesshevor,

Leader of Them all.

Kesshevor, Kesshevor,

You are in control.

Are you ready, dear followers?

I will show you that They've lied to us.