Woe to the dweller in this crypt of obsidian,

Delving from the surface of light,

Into the earth of an endless oblivion,

To grant us his unholy plight.

Here is the crypt of fallen kings,

Who died for the throne of the living,

Now they battle for the Ethereal Ring,

That rewards no victory.

They battle to find the most unyielding wight,

To shatter the court wizard's protective runes,

And end the undead army's Game of Tombs,

Prolonging the immortal song of darkness and light.

Doomed are the mortal souls who live peacefully above,

For soon, they shall live on soil tainted in blood.