Cold-frosted spears march through the blizzard night
Cold-frosted spears march through the blizzard night
Veteran warriors of the Brimstone Clan reliably answer the call of duty
The timeless desert sand releases her minions
Filthy peasants draw their bows toward the charging energy
Distant shrieks are approaching on the cold, menacing wind
Shadow guardians of the forest realm decide who shall pass or die
The finest blades wielded by the finest swordsmen, march with cold vengeance