Dikeptor, within these flames I can see your burden
I have fought alongside your family in the dark siege of widowstar
Descend from the mountain and follow the raging waters
Within five days ride you'll emerge in the black swamp
Listen for the echo of the anvil
Look for the eyes of the glowing silver horned owl
A gift awaits you
For many years I have kept it, but time can wait no longer

Riding the violent surge of cyclonic waters, a grueling descent to the cryptic forge
Spit into the swamp, the spectral land of moss
Guided by the clamor of pounding metal

As we lurk past the grove of hollowed trees, entranced by the glowing torch of a menacing shadow
The legend of bloodshed, creator of pain, the mastermind of vengeance, skillfully deranged
Curator of death, the slayer of kings, all will die beneath his blades

I've sensed you near in the abyss of dancing flame
I bestow you now with a sacred horror
Cast from the skull of the fool who betrayed your father
His face immortalized in agony
Enchanted with power, for each man you strike, enslaving their souls to purgatory
The golden assassin

All knowing weapon of transcendent fury
Only your blood can wield it now
Sensing every move, you will fight two steps ahead
Intoxicating fear of the sound of whipping chains
By force you will prevail

Omniscient flail of infamy, keeper of fallen souls
Omniscient flail of infamy, immortal annihilator
The secret to this victory is hidden inside your mind
Manifest your dreams of fearless valor, in the ruins it shall rise