Blood is drawn from all directions. No flesh will survive. Nothing but scattered remains. Everything dies. Darkness covers the land. Army rises against army, the final conflict at hand. Messengers from the east bring rumors of war. Foretold by prophets of doom, the time will come, the peace we found shall not hold. Legions of evil roam through the land, with little resistance. For our lines have been breached, our leaders have failed. As the enemy sleeps with our daughters and drinks of our wine, we sleep, and our fathers stand aside. While our towns are pillaged and our morals defiled, we find comfort in the very system that has enslaved us. This was no war at all. For we invited the enemy at the gates just to watch them fall. Lest we forget victory is Satan's if we do not take up arms. Let no man's sword be without blood. Defenders of the faith do not be weary, all is not lost, for this is the good fight and victory shall be ours.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
