The rise of the tarnished

In the void of night, where shadows reign,
A tarnished soul rises from the pain.
Cross the threshold to a broken land,
Seeking glory with a trembling hand.
Stormveil’s gates, a castle tall,
A tyrant’s grasp, a kingdom’s fall.
Through the mist and thunder's roar,
A new warrior stands on the bloodstained floor.
From the depths of darkness, they have come,
To reclaim the light, to overcome.
In the storm of battle, hear the cries,
The tarnished stands, beneath the blood-red skies.
Godrick reigns with grafted might,
A beast of power, a fearsome sight.
His crown of thorns, his chains of pain,
A king of ruin, a tyrant’s chain.
With a roar, the clash begins,
Steel meets steel, and fate rescinds.
Through the chaos, the tarnished stands,
Breaking chains with bloodied hands.
From the depths of darkness, they have come,
To reclaim the light, to overcome.
In the storm of battle, hear the cries,
The tarnished stands, beneath the blood-red skies.
In the heart of the storm, where legends are born,
The tarnished fights with a will unshorn.
Godrick falls, the tyrant’s reign,
The broken crown, the end of pain.
From the depths of darkness, they have come,
To reclaim the light, to overcome.
In the storm of battle, hear the cries,
The tarnished