They wait; polished armor and helm in place Great swords gleaming; humming with bloodlust The air is thick with malice and spite As the warriors make their stand
Demigods of darkness and light Line the plain of towers Carrions circle and hellhounds pace Eager for immortal flesh This is where fate is decided
This is the island of forgotten destiny What is to come? Heaven or hell? Who will shape the world? The sun will rise on this battleground With no one left alive.
