The Enchanted Dark

The Enchanted Dark
Fardrum is struck once more
Chaotic solace spreads across the scape
Green hill tops turn to vast wasteland
Stench of evil menace thickens the air
From rot of the rat
To Decay of the man
The darkness consumes all life
Coating over the Plains of Fardrum

The weak succumb to the death
The strong buckle to their knees
Under the enchanted dark
Life no longer exists

Hunters grip your blades
Sharpened eyes match sharpened arms
Sunken valleys of hope's illusion
Fore the unknown bane roams

Greedy paws of Satan claim these fields
The bane of a dark Lord

Desolate lands, lit no more
The barrens, ruled once again
By yours truly,
Lord Kurne