Through the withered vines of a rotting forest the ruins of the old world lay untouched for centuries still trapped within time
Holding a millennia of decadence and knowledge Holding the key to unlock the future
Tattered scrolls written in peasants blood a time where nobility ruled with an iron fist Glory for the strong Death for the weak
Through the walls of stone in a chamber of lost hope not touched by the light lies the path to our fate Our destiny Our calling To the blacker future we createTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
