Damned be those of the blood

They who wield such dreadful spells

Unyielding to silver eyes that illuminate truth

For they seek truth which blood doth tell

Not in the eyes of the puce-blooded uncouth.

Hysteria in black and white

Have left Gollumek's knowledge buried in neglect

Only for blood sorcerers to drag it into light

Their tears are ebony with solemn regret

As they roam in the blackness of night. 

Blasphemy crushed in Tar'Zahvek's coil

Slowly killed off by the serpent's crimson bite

Thou who seeks knowledge hidden in the Abyss

Should free thyself from the grand mortal lie

And clear thy eyes from the fallacious mist. 

By the blood I've drawn from my hand

To guide me in this time of rampant fraud

For it has drained the essence of the one we call love

I shall not meet the canine's sanguine maul

Damned be those of the blood.