In the ruins of Boardman, shadows cast their eerie light,
Where once stood mighty warriors, now only ghosts in the night.
The air is thick with sorrow, echoes of a battle won,
But in the hearts of brave adventurers, the fight's just begun.

Oh, Boardman, city of the fallen,
Where the brave and the bold are called,
Through the darkness, hear the calling,
To reclaim what once was lost.

Above the silent streets, the moon hangs low and pale,
Whispers of forgotten tales, carried on the wailing gale.
Amongst the crumbling buildings, secrets lie untold,
A legacy of valor, a story yet unfold.

Oh, Boardman, city of the fallen,
Where the brave and the bold are called,
Through the darkness, hear the calling,
To reclaim what once was lost.

With sword in hand and courage in their hearts,
They march into the darkness, where the shadows dart.
For in the ruins of Boardman, hope still lingers on,
A glimmer in the darkness, until the break of dawn.

Oh, Boardman, city of the fallen,
Where the brave and the bold are called,
Through the darkness, hear the calling,
To reclaim what once was lost.

So raise your banners high, let the battle cry resound,
For in the ruins of Boardman, new heroes shall be found.
Though the night may be long, and the path may be steep,
The spirit of Boardman lives on, in the hearts that dare to keep.