In the darkest hours.
Even in the darkest hours, what can you see?
Endless darkness, full of shadows, no place to be.
Rise the blistering frigid horrors from below,
It will be their shadowy curse that will go low.
Enter not these chambers, they're full of perils,
Guard your keep, prepare to fight its monstrous tendrils.
If there is better option... just pick to go around,
Fight can then be avoided, but kept for next round.
This can't be prevented, it's inevitable...
This is curse that stalks us, the Inescapable.
Oh fear not the howling terrors, the strange horrors,
Sapping them can be not that much of the labors.
Hunt we should begin, so choose yourself, remaster:
The choice is up to you now, hunted or hunter?
Rush not the final answer, choose, think good and wise.
And tell me not your way, just follow the road nice.
Universes collapse, world keeps on changing too,
Zeroes swarm us everywhere, but we're changing too...