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From WikiWatch

The hearts of elves grow cold with fear
The cry is heard “They’re here, they’re here”
The clash of blades is drawing near
First pain
And then the dark

Some armies fight for wealth or land
Or to build and empire grand
This army serves divine command
He speaks
And blades are drawn

We marched upon the lands of green
In places where the sun is seen
Lead by hatred’s King and Queen
We spoke
And death obeyed

Into Tunare’s land we strode
To claim the debt the plant-god owed
When Innoruuk was not bestowed
With life
To call his own

But as we sieged the land of growth
The Prince of Hate he broke his oath
Drove back by Marr and Tunare both
We fled
To Underdark

Weary and with burning hate
We marched to Neriak’s great gate
But cruel and cold the hand of fate
‘neath rock
Our home is lost

Five hundred years I’ve walked since then
Among the Rivvin and Darthiiren
Shall I ever see my home again?
I’ll wait
’til end of days