Brother, what tidings doth thou bring? Can't you hear Dread Words from Traitors Tongues Sister, Few Honours are left standing Proud In this world They have made the soil ever barren Our Legends but Shadows, Idle and Fallen to Ruin
My Heart, Knows Falsehood Prevails In this, the Long Winter of the Spirit We have Born Witness to False Judgement Yet against all this I carry the Fight, Beyond the Ages The Wolves shall echo my rallying Cry
An Oath, Sworn of Ancient Blood Haunting the Usurpers through plague (and Pestilence) Through Tempest, across the Raging Seas (my rage) as a Bolt of Lightning Within a clenched Fist... seeking Retribution
Know That when there is Nothing left in this world I will come for you No Ideal not Scarred and Worn No hope not Shattered and Torn I will come for you
[The old heart of the earth calls it's Children, Children of Destitution and Pain, Bloodied yet unbowed. We are Order in the eye of chaos, the Gods to the Godless...]