From the forest of old,I emerge ‘neath the cover of fog
Silent as the grave - closer I creep
For a soul to claim - while the kingdom sleeps.

The hand of death,Summoned by the sacrament of black
Thieve life of breath
Once invoked there is no turning back.

I am death incarnate
To the lore of the guild I am sworn
With blade of woe I firmly grasp
For this breath will be their last.

The hand of death
Summoned by the sacrament of black
Thieve life of breath
Once invoked there is no turning back.

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