Mist swirls around the emerald hue

Playing with lights of green and blue

Firelight flickers on the bold and the strong

Piercing the cold with a sharp forked prong

Out of the night a pale moon lifts

And under the trees a dark shadow shifts

Eyes look up, reflecting the fear

For they know what comes and is near

Drawing forth their swords with care

They pierce the night with a fearful stare

Out of the dark the shadow floats

Bringing a dryness to their throats

It beckons to them, and they must go

To rise up and overwhelm this foe

Sadly then, they know they will fail

For they strike at it to no avail

Then as all hope begins to die

A faint and somewhat empty cry

From what they face, it came, now silent

And its features are twisted and violent

Then before them strideth a man quite tall

Robed in black, and a silent pall

Misted skies above jagged mountains so tall

Quiet footsteps slowly pacing the hall

Blade of Emerald, wreathed in flame

Swung by the wielder who has no name

Hawks of war from a far distant age

Soar about, and scream their rage

And there in midst of many and all

Stands mere mortal, about to fall

Drawing forth a blade of blue

A flickering hue, shining forth true

Suddenly a red glow appears

And with it comes all their fears

A burst of flame and a scream of rage

The sound of a beast trapped in a cage

Dark clouds of shades of grey

Smother the sky and dampen the day

Yet at the coming of dawn, when the sun rises

Behold in the east the light of Nizes

At the scene of battle where death closes in

The Warrior of Hades, with the Blade of Taurin

Downs the mortals of the race of Barisium

But behold, there come forth the War Hawks of Elysium