From poisonous whispers in the mist-filled alleyways of Akinvar
You've heard tempting word of a life-force that will never stop
If you could just tap into it just a little bit
Now you stand before Blackgarden gates the only way to get in
Side is as acolyte with blackened robe and mask of moss and rotten skin
Soon you will see this was but to be your first sacrifice
Blood moon shines above; an ominous sign; death is soon to be imminent
Rot altar is placed, filth dagger is raised, yours is the hand that holds it
Sweet, innocent life is now placed before you
Strike (with all your might), Kill (enforce sacrifice), Let there be
Life (dark, twisted life); Summon (watch them arise) the rotborn
Swarm, let it seethe, fester and breed, feed on us all
Now you bare the mark of our god
Now you are truly a rotborn
You question the sense of life for other life
They say prioritize life that brings new life
These lives are worth less than the worms that crawl below
Everyone agrees; how can the statement be false?
The prophet has spoken the words of Xeni-Xa
Let there be death, draw your last breath rotborn one
Now you bare the mark of our god
Now you are truly a rotborn
Now you see that you must die
So that there may be new life
A minor sacrifice for eternity
Of bliss on your soul
Now you bare the mark of our god
Now you are truly a rotborn
(Xeni-Xa)
Die
Become one
With decay
Rearise
Chosen by
Rotborn god
Xeni-Xa