| Prelusion to Cythraul |
| A barbaric land where the sword is the law, and killing is the way of life. An infernal wasteland and down a barren plain; A warrior stands the test of fate. His face is cracked from the wicked hands of time, and scars from war have past, Taking the reins from a shadowy steed, I shall kill the foyus at it's layer! Morbid Scream! Skulls and bones lie relics in the sand; Remembrance of men that came before. The ground is scorched from the dragon's breath, and corpses burned to stench and ash. I awake in fury when the dragon attacks; Advancing in anger - spitting fire. Our barbarous laws, my thundering axe, yet we'll fight the beast to it's death! |