Pull the sword from your chest,

Force it into mine.

I am the kingdom of loss,

And it is not yet your time.

The black of night,

Screams silently in my shadows cast.

Promises of plague and cold,

To rise for vengeance from graves past.

But this sword of chaos and dark,

It is not yours to wield.

I will hold the front lines with both hands

If you will carry my shield.