Chamber Of Lost Hope

Through the withered vines of a rotting forest

The ruins of the old world lay untouched for centuries

Still trapped within time

Holding a millennia of decadence and knowledge

Holding the key to unlock the future

Tattered scrolls written in peasants blood

A time where nobility ruled with an iron fist

Glory for the strong

Death for the weak

Through the walls of stone

In a chamber of lost hope

Not touched by the light

Lies the path to our fate

Our destiny

Our calling

To the blacker future we create