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...]