In the heart of Ebonvale where whispers weave the night
Ancient shadows rise again obscuring all the light
Through the tangled Darkwood trees an eerie silence falls
Darkness spreads its wicked wings and answers no one's calls
The veil of shadows thick and cold
Hides the secrets stories told
In the gloom the brave must tread
To fight the darkness raise the dead
Moonlit fields of Lunara a ghostly haunting sight
Mists of sorrow whispers dread beneath the pale moonlight
Villagers in Sablebrook they tremble in their beds
Haunted by the ancient curse that fills their hearts with dread
The veil of shadows thick and cold
Hides the secrets stories told
In the gloom the brave must tread
To fight the darkness raise the dead
Ebonvale a land in fear
Hope is scarce the end is near
Yet in the dark a spark remains
A hero rises breaks the chains
The veil of shadows thick and cold
Hides the secrets stories told
In the gloom the brave must tread
To fight the darkness raise the dead