Tedd Deireádh

And at the end of days, the darkness will arise
 When men forget their hate and stand strong side by side
 All eyes on Zireael to turn the final tide
 White Frost and Elder Blood, here at the end of time
 And all the men now gather, upon the frozen shore
 A mighty host of northern strength, prepare for the final war
 The dreadship of the wraiths appears, pulled from darkest depths
 Contained by spells but for a time; yet none can stop the dead
 Darkness falls on Undvik, the Hunt begins the purge
 The warriors of Skellige fall beneath the blade
 A dart of cosmic energy, an emerald in the ice
 Zireael ascends, becoming one with time and space
 Forward, into the fray, the battle rages on
 Steel and silver find their mark, the Wolf avenging
 Eredin, the deathly king, forced on the retreat
 Atop the mountain he will die, the Hunt is ending
 Wind will howl as frost envelops
 Darkness blots the sun
 All will perish in the Final Age
 Blistering death now made incarnate
 None withstand its grip
 Only she can stop the Final Age
 Fire rains down from the sky
 Demons are born anew
 Hope abandoned in the Final Age
 Child of Elder Blood ascend
 Again into the void
 Fight for freedom in the Final Age