Coming from the desolated lands, we were invincible. Killing, raping our enemies, dominating everyone. And every knight of this peaceful land was scared in front of us. We were hundreds of cruel barbarians, thirsty for holy blood. But one day, as we were revelling on the battlefield, we deeply felt the presence of a sacred sentinel. All went off quickly ; a thousand knights on white horses were encircling us, and they raised their swords, they were approaching us slowly, to finally launch an attack. So began the war. The battle was raging. Each camp had soon countless dead. Death does not frighten me, so I killed with bravery. But as we were losing, I saw my warriors giving up. I couldn't believe it : the fear was distorting their face… Then I screamed they must recover themselves, that they must fight with honour but it was useless. They lost their courage so their soul was already dead. I've always believed that we were the strongest ones, but I was wrong, they were so weak inside. I suddenly felt just as if I were alone. I was betrayed by my own warbrothers. I saw in their eyes their fear of eternal Death, the brave eagles have turned into insects. A true warrior never surrenders. I quickly made a decision. I decided to slay them all… I decided to slay them all. My power increased, I've never felt this before. It was as if my blood was replaced by pure hate. Thousand demons have possessed my soul, I had the feeling I was the mighty Phoenix. My vengeance has transcended my strength, even Death itself wouldn't have stopped my longing for killing. The blood on my hands… I love that. I rejoice when I take a life. The true war began : no quarter… I cut their head off and the whole battlefield became red. I was the great ruler of a chaotic genocide. Exterminated was the huge sentinel of light, their flesh left to rot. But my strong anger wasn't satisfied yet because my terrified knights were alive. So they had to pay. They once were my brothers, but then they were just sub-men. They didn't understand when I killed them one by one. But to my great surprise, three true warriors were helping me. The feeble creatures died, hate in our eyes and pain in theirs. We looked about us to savour the carnage : our evilness was fed. And we're standing there, the night is now falling. We're united in darkness. So we have decided to create our own legion. We will slaughter the weaks. With fearless knights we'll be the legion that will never fall. We are the beginning of the end. We follow the ways of Satan. We believe in the highest law. We don't care for eternal Death. Death is the supreme relief, but Life is the sweetest torture.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
