To Athla's shores, where umbral shadows fall, Great OmOzzO comes to answer freedom's call. The world we knew, now twisted and decayed, By Urrath's grasp and a dark invasion made. But through the gloom, a single torch is raised, By OmOzzO's hand, his courage stands unfazed. In Arcalot, where shadows feed the night, Lord OmOzzO is our one and guiding light! With torch in hand against the endless dread, He reclaims the living from the grasping dead! For him we'll fight, through loss and bitter pain, 'Til OmOzzO's banner flies o'er Athla's plain! The rifts spew forth a dark and creeping blight, The Harbinger's swarm devours all the light. Five skulls defy us, five times we have bled, But OmOzzO's words are ringing in our head. He sees the path where others only flee, The master plan for our final victory. In Arcalot, where shadows feed the night, Lord OmOzzO is our one and guiding light! With torch in hand against the endless dread, He reclaims the living from the grasping dead! For him we'll fight, through loss and bitter pain, 'Til OmOzzO's banner flies o'er Athla's plain! Let returning foes and old friends stand in awe, At OmOzzO's wit, his justice, and his law. He doesn't just command, he leads the charge, His spirit burning, powerful and large. This final story will be his to write, He'll turn the deepest shadow into light! For Arcalot! For OmOzzO's mighty reign! We'll burn the shadows, and we'll break the chain! Yes, we'll break the chain!
