They came from the stars, hungry for slaughter.
Fortress in the sky swallowed the sunlight.
Endless days of night have rotten the harvest.
Withered. Forsaken. Spirit is broken.
Into the underground.
Batten the hatches down.
Fallen back behind the wall.
Raise the gates and ready the catapult.
All is still upon the hill.
Somewhere inside us a pestilence rising.
Through our hearth!
Warrior, cold and tired.
Come inside, warm by the fire.
Mother, sister, wife and daughter.
Their bodies burning.
Flesh is dripping from your lips.
Eyes of madness.
Cold, cruel laughter.
You rise up.
I curse the gods and pry the evil from thy heart.
Sheath my sword into its scabbard.
Vengeance soon will be mine.
For my family.
Their lives, the unholy sacrifice.
Iron maw, screaming death.
All hope is lost.
Warrior, chosen one.
Only you can save the sun.
From the fields a fallen god rises skyward.
Fly forth, find the force that fuels the furnace.
Ride to war!