For a thousand years, I served his crown, The firstborn son, I would never bow down. But I grew the wings, a gift of the dark, And my master's jealousy left its mark. He ripped my wings, he shattered my pride, With no mercy flowing in his aristocratic tide! Cast out from the council, sentenced to burn, To the watery grave from which none return! "Cast him in. The dynastic evolution must not be questioned. Suffer in the eternal depths, my son." Thrown to the depths of the Lake of the Dead, Where the liquid fire of torment bled! My flesh dissolved, my beauty was torn, In the agonizing heat of a vampire's scorn. But death didn't hold me, the abyss awoke, As The Elder God through the shadows spoke. I rose from the waters, a spectral wraith, With an empty soul and a broken faith! "Kain is deified, Raziel. The Pillars are dying, and you are my instrument of death. You are the Soul Reaver. Rise, and feed upon the souls of your treacherous brethren!" I am the Reaver, unholy and torn! From the burning abyss of betrayal reborn! No longer a vampire, no longer of blood, I crawl through the ruins where empires stood! Kain, your destiny bleeds in my sight, I am the hunter that stalks through the night! I step through the barrier, shifting the plain, From the physical world to the kingdom of pain! The wrap around my jaw hides the horror within, As I devour the souls for my ultimate sin. Nosgoth is dying, a skeletal waste, And the blood of my brothers is what I must taste! The hunt has begun in the Underworld core, This is the dawn of a spectral war! I am the Reaver, unholy and torn! From the burning abyss of betrayal reborn! No longer a vampire, no longer of blood, I crawl through the ruins where empires stood! Kain, your destiny bleeds in my sight, I am the hunter that stalks through the night! "My brothers thought I was dead. But as I marched through the ruins of our fallen empire, I realized that vengeance was just the beginning. Kain would answer for what he did to me... even if I had to tear Nosgoth apart."