[Intro - very dark male voice speaking calmly] Let's make a bet... I can steal death a soul... Mocked. Undead. Restless. Nihor cannot have them. Satan cannot control them. Touched by Virelyn's transformation, Balthazar's chaos, and Azerel's order. [Chorus - Repeated lines like a sacred dark incantating mantra with pauses inbetween] You made us. Now endure us. We are Caedarii, mockery of the Gods. You made us. Now endure us. We are Caedarii, mockery of the Gods. You made us. Now endure us. We are Caedarii, mockery of the Gods. You made us. Now endure us. We are Caedarii, mockery of the Gods. You made us. Now endure us. We are Caedarii, mockery of the Gods. You made us. Now endure us. We are Caedarii, mockery of the Gods. You made us. Now endure us. We are Caedarii, mockery of the Gods.
