Battlelore

Full circle summons the servants
The gathering of the haunted
Howls in the nocturnal mist
Calls for the haunt
I have seen the shape of the fallen
The guardian of the gates
I have seen the darkest one behind them
The one without a name
Ravaging in the woods, sleepwalking in shadows
The hunger drives them forth, the hunger forever burning
Under the leash of the enemy
They carry the troops against us
Ride from the northern fields
To terror the world at night
Born to devour the dark powers
Born to obey the one
Dire dwellers of the fiery caves
The feast of the forgotten souls
The dawn ends the furious hunt
The newborn sun reaps the gloom
But the daylight will fade away
When the night falls they roam again
They will never hunt alone
Open gates of void arrive with them
Freezing stare trough your bones and veins
He will hear every word you say