If you look to the rising sun there's a rider on the run. One from the Muskenryde Empire. He comes for just one thing and he knows it must be done, for the mallet its belt to meet steel in fire.
The undead king anticipates. Whispers of the prophecy consume the land. A horde under command ready to depart the moment that the first light hits the trees.
The warrior presses on through the Bogs of Agathon but they do not know who they attempt to cull. As the undead battalion comes in from all sides, with flashes of silver as he fells the lesser horde.
Countless numbers fall in the pouring rain. Aedris and Merai control the fray. The setting sun burns like golden fire. The last one falls as the moon starts to appear.
The king reels back as his forces are cracked. To the entrance of his tombs back to the catacombs he must go..... I am the king and I will decide where this ends...
The field lay rife with bones long after the Battle of Agathon. But what will be lost in history is that two stood against many. The Nocturnal Siren helped him defeat the army of the king before disappearing into the fog.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
