Hidden from all sunlight,

Where no beast would dare to go,

Endless haunting darkness,

Where the mushrooms grow,

Dancing little shadows,

Flit across an onyx night,

Flashing swords of silver,

And spells taking flight,

A battle rages in the land,

Where chaos reigns supreme,

Cruel laughter shrieking like a knife,

To rip and tear at dreams.

Torment seen as good as treasure,

And all justice is deceit,

A land home to evil pleasure,

Where the light will face defeat.

This beauty in the shadows,

In which all hearts are stone and cold,

This city of dark elves,

Is a horror to behold.