Build to this an army of individuals born of the horns. A hidden spread of ideology. Inserted, awake, tactically forlorn. If you never earn the valour to stand in battle, what of generations? – These your reasons… Our cause the “holiest”,o ur cause all natural force. Our cause the heaviest – The greatest of challenges! With feet on ground, fundamental allegiance solid they shall give sound, the armies of the Void.
Mutual recognition – We will look the same.
We could be that master-army before they even know who to blame. Soar for me my angel, strike far and wide thy wrath. Teach them of valiance in this shallow era made. Stand fast my guardians, never give an inch. Stride forth, my brethren, toward the day of breach. These are our times, this is our future. The providence of the netherrealms peering from our mountains.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
