Bite the hand that feeds;
A sword now often drawn;
Don't sing the sorrows of a nebulous rein;
Or repent the sins of a thousand Chapter!
In Darkness suffer the deep!(deep!)
For there's no light to find ye hither!
No Soul to soothe ye dying;
Only a vow that dies in pain;
Sway to the south and east;
For your king have fallen the sun;
And Darken the sun;
And perish unto oblivion!

Vow of the Undying;

Bite the hand that feeds;
A sword now often drawn;
Don't sing the sorrows of a nebulous rein;
Or repent the sins of a thousand Chapter!
In Darkness suffer the deep!(deep!)
For there's no light to find ye hither!
To the darkest sun;
Perish unto oblivion!