knowledge of the secret race passed on through a lineage of holy men from the time of giants and Hoglös days through his waters passed down again
sons of the blood, march across the moor for evil�s sake, off to war, off to war
brothers not of blood, shiver in the cold frostbit feet, walk the path, as did their father of old possessors of the spirit hold what is to learn our enemies taste our forces� darkness, all their children burn
from our fort we hear, from the west draw nigh sounds of savage cries their steel may last, but their bodies not they abide not by the signs of our timesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
