From the North comes the cold
Comes the numbing creep of death
From the South comes the mist
That reality obscuring miasmic curse
From the East comes the fire
Scorching life and melting rock
From the West comes the dark
An eternal night that falls upon the weak
But here in the heart of it all
We exist and revel in our being
Against all that comes for us
The fight will be our last
But it will be our best