The flaming sword is thrust to the belly of the knight. The stars begin to blaze from the sky. I know that thy soul has returned to me, and thy wings shall carry me, beyond even the throne.
We have charged through the battle lines, killing Roman soldiers legion by legion, defending our lands. The banner of Darkwood stands above the countless dead where the horns of battle are sounding. The sword is raised to the night. Into glory we ride!
We have charged through the battle lines, killing Roman soldiers legion by legion, defending our lands. The banner of Darkwood stands above the countless dead where the horns of battle are sounding. The sword is raised to the night. Into glory we ride!