where do we go? and who has strenght enough to wander carrying the burden of that miserable plague?
lifted high by the wind of both millenium, wind of south that brought the smell of blood and burning skin. but where is that purity and belief drowned in the gore ocean? four directions in a surface four arms, four faces of extinction
members of mighty tribe! torn out of chains priests of elements unite!!!! to breathe and shine to teach and restore the faith in true gleam that makes immortal.
to feel that wind which smells with freedom to destroy that black mass of souls possession ans honest smile for the golden tide.
let`s reap together skin of lamb whith hides the wolf. then the time shall come it would be easier to stare in to the future than understand of what happened in the past