The moonlight was unkind to them, revealing their positions, promising death in our wake. The menacing mountains, titans of the Earth, surround us and them. The chilling temperatures weaken our mortal prey.
Waves of ghouls poised to drown them. Dying is not a fear for the thrill to feast is here. Units ordered to sabotage from all directions, the falling snow will camouflage them. Their contorted movements, creeping behind with grave intentions. Reminiscent of a slithering serpent, creeping behind with grave intentions.
Purveyors of suffering unleashed, our chilled victims attempt to react, but it's too late. De Seis and the horde swarm them from all sides, they know they face absolute annihilation. Their blood flows like a river, hundreds of bodies left as an example. This frozen landscape serves as a graveyard now, the elemental's will wither it all away.
Succumbing to the cold grasp of death...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
