Slinking through the shadows, the fist moves without sound
Driven behind and harried above
A young boy sleeps alone in the dust
He sleeps in the Blight, land defiled by the touch of the dark
His home destroyed, his people razed

Menacing beasts approach him as silent as death
Snatched from behind, he vanishes without a trace
He leaves behind nothing and hate is his new home
Malkier! Dead! Forgotten!

All the dead in his haunted world follow him forever
Taunt his dreams of his previous life
Sharpening his hate
He will arise
His path has been chosen