Forever may lie
In minds of old
The Evil, sneaking, abhorrent, cold
Written by the hands of doom
Sired by the Black Foe’s greed
Lurking in a world of gloom
Of hate, the Evil’s seed
That leads the good
The dreadful light
Into the mud
Death to the White
And gleaming lore
In malice shall the earth arise
For bliss you shall not find anymore
And in the lore of the wise
In darkish speech
The Evil reigns
Now start to preach!