The knights of maldaathi descend to battle
They now prepare to fight
Their heavy armor doth shake and rattle
Shining in the pale moonlight

The time has come to please Lord Sartan
They shout there battlecries
Bloodstained they stand in utmost pride
Beneath the crimson skies

The blades are tainted with liquid essence
The enemy is slain
They live to slaughter on the morrow
Maldaathi wins again

The clouds are parted and Lord Sartan
Looks upon the earth
He smiles upon the sweet bloodshed
They have shown their worth

The night begins to lengthen on
The evil force returns
To the gates of Mhaldor city
Where the hellfire always burns

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Mayan, in the year 387 AF.