Her soul ached with dread
As a vision filled her head
Of her love's cold still form inside a tomb

She understood the meaning
Of the vision she was seeing
In the shadow of Elanthia's dark moon.

He once was known as Trueheart
Before his soul turned dark
Now blackened and fouled with decay

Now Tamerlane Souldrinker
Baron reaper and soul stealer
She wished that she could see another way

She went to see the Baron
On a foolhardy errand
In the shadow of Elanthia's dark moon.

And as Katamba rises
It's then she realizes
That only she can save him from his doom
Yavash it sets
Her heart fills with regret
In the shadow of Elanthia's dark moon.

As she came into his presence
She felt his sick, tormented essence
She took his hand and fell upon her knees

'I have no gold to give
'But my soul for his to live
'For my lover I would give it willingly

But in her plea to save him
Her love it would betray him
In the shadow of Elanthia's dark moon.

She continued to kneel
The bargain it was sealed
She whispered, 'So you'll let him live?'

He lifted her chin
Said ' 'Twas always you, not him.
'Now you see the soul was never his.'

His smile split the gloom
As his laughter filled the room
In the shadow of Elanthia's dark moon.

When Tamerlane came soul stealing
She gave hers to him kneeling . . .

. . . in the shadow of Elanthia's dark moon.