In my darkest nightmares, Dark-elves ride from northrends. Warcries, echo across, Mountains and mid-forest. Drow lords trample into my home; Coming crushing!
I feel their madness is growing, Hatred in black heart is burning. From icy hills they are falling, Like a snow-wave war is coming.
Drow god Creas failure, Inevitably brought destruction And midland Is gonna pay...
You shall pay: Crush! Chill! Burn! Die!
Matrons, gather armies; Duergar and negro alies. On the hills of snowlands; Mindforce horror returns. By the name of crea: Chaos rain upon us!
