Cold-frosted spears march through the blizzard night

Immune from biting cold, they cruelly pursue their prey during the least favorable conditions for battle

Sinister pleasure warms the Dark Elves hearts as the cold cripples their foes

Elite elvish tactical skills woefully match their violent ambitions

The long reach of their spears helps them march right through their opponents

Leaving behind shattered warriors in the cold, bloody grip of death

They harbor no remorse for the trail of blood they leave behind

They kill until victory and loot is in their hands