As the past to this present, all will show
The history of our Engine, for all to know
An old Celestine Emperor, so eager for power
Set up Project Cosmic Hope soon to turn sour
As powers were released to flow through the air
Descending upon mortals and blocking out the sun
The essence of Kethuru, the darkness of despair
Soon became the Taint we all depend upon

Out from the darkness, arising from the Taint
Came a new kind of power, at first somewhat faint
It called to the warriors and called to the fighters
It called to the scholars and called to the writers
It held a deep melody to pierce the Fatalists' ears
As striding in came the mages, held high with their staves
As the Taint spread its strength, put aside all your fears
Power strong enough to raise the dead from their graves

As the orcs came to rise, and the merians would flee
The Taint would spread, killing every last plant and tree
Twisted and cursed, manipulated and torn
Interbreeding soon had the Viscanti race to be born
It wasn't long as time would pass
As we grew stronger, our armies never falling
For others to realize the Taint was something to last
And many others to find this their calling

We stand as the Nihilists, the guardians of our city
Upon our enemies, we shall have no pity
Calling upon demons who hail from our cosmic plane
We shall strike down those against us, leaving them in shame
Our past put behind us; we are tools of the Fates
Using the Demon Lords power--
Enemies best run ere it's too late
For those who remain, before us shall cower

We stand as the Geomancers, those of earth and stone
For our rulings over earth, we are well-known
We hide in the earth, you're too pathetic to catch
For we have the power of Bhalegu, Brom, Gravynia, and Lord Klaymech
If it moves and it shakes and it turns up the soil
Blinded by the sandstorm, you'll know you're in our demesne
You can writhe, fight, or toil
But it makes sense that we're the best

We stand as the Ur'Guard, strong in our stance
Killing all enemies, as foolish Celestians just dance
We learn to fight, to parry, to walk a fine line
Strike off their head, now a trophy of mine
As we march into war, a battle begun
We do not worry and we do not fret
We fight without ending, without pain, cannot run
Because we are the strongest the basin's seen yet

We live for the Taint, and we strive in its power
As darkness shall rule over the midnight hour
Don't think us cowards, and don't think us weak
Soon our strength will knock you off of your feet
Here's a suggestion to all those who oppose:
We are not foolish elfen or merians cast blind
For even the lowest of ranks shall know
The contract of your fate shall soon be signed.