Forward the Deathsworn strode
To the planet Dathomir they would go
The spirits of the Night Sisters they would goad
Their secrets, the Sworn would expose

Over time Tarentum had grown frail
Their powers over the spirits of the dead had failed
Stolen by persons of unknown origin
For purposes not yet determined

The Nekros Syndicate was sent to probe
The dark planet and the secrets it may hold
But the mysteries of the Sisters weren’t meant to be told
They never should have been so bold

The Nekros are ultimately expendable
Only the will of the dragon is inviolable
Their brothers in the syndicate, they would mourn
As necromancy within Tarentum is reborn