The poison from the lips of men has spread
Their gentle words are fully crafted lies,
deceiving elves who think they'll share their bread
when schemes are hatched beyond the elfin eyes
The greedy King of men is cutting ties,
he wants to cause the orcs and elves to fight,
to be the pawns he sends and then denies
Beware! The hands that strike within the night!

The seeds of doubt will cause the blood to shed.
A priest of truth, he weeps for peace that dies.
Almor, the wise, has seen the land turn red
and men will ride to fill the air with cries
of weakened fools they'll kill to feed the flies.
He sees it when his soul has taken flight
but none will heed his words and call to rise.
Beware! The hands that strike within the night!

The lords of orcs and elves begin to fade,
their lives are forced to end by human spies.
The grief and rage are spawned, they raise their blades
and then the battle starts before the sunrise.
Almor, he leaves to search for elves' allies
to save his people from the grip of blight
but all his deeds can't stop the battlecries.
Beware! The hands that strike within the night!

Almor returns with dwarves of Lorthanhise
but all is lost, the elves are stripped of rights
He wants revenge and forms the Nivais
to be the hands that strike within the night!