When mankind was young, aeons and aeons ago, on the face of the earth something strange happened. Wars and battles were the habit and a warrior was doomed to be immortal and strong in the realm undergound. ...And the armies marched one towards the other in the light of a deadly dawn. Enemies looked each other, thirsty of blood they fight for glory of their king and of their god but none on the battlefield knows the awful truth infernal are the signs that will soon cleanse the whole world. Two armies, thousands men in the fury of war blood is the veil of a land once peaceful now gore swords of fire loaded with hate, scorn growing stronger for all it's too late, the sun will shine no longer. A distant thunder resounds as a warning for mankind in the neverending glory of Agarthi d**h we'll find even the sun is now bleeding and the twilight seems to be coagulated on the altar of our rites that once we made for thee! Vali has won he has shown his powers and his strength to the king of the world and now he has been chosen to be counsellor of war. He was born on a day, his father had to avenge counsellor of war and counsellor of revenge. A message written on a stone horde from the underground this word Vali has seen written on a stone the omen comes with the storm... Horses, running with diabolic force lead their riders above to spread d**h and to prove him. Agarthi must remain unseen until the end no survivors to tell again. Signs, banners of the infernal realm come out from the red clouds to take the chosen one