“It was a ma**acre that forever stands as a d**hly warning to all civilised kingdoms. The unification of the clans to claim vengeance for the sins of the western nations marked the beginning of a life driven by a destiny known only to the gods…” Born to lead, fated to be king A dying breed, d**h amidst the din Beyond these years, fifteen winters seen Rising fears, Cimmerian war machine Forces rage, the land of blackened skies Ruthless pride, blood lust battle cries Steel descends, wet blades will sanctify Invasions end, this horror justified Fate unseen, outraged they'll bleed Hate resounds, as one they'll drown Darkness soars on wingless flight, devouring the daytime light Creeping through the northern haze, intensifying warring ways “The barbarians emerged from the dark lands to destroy the invaders in ways never before seen…” [SOLO: MARK] “With sword in hand and strength ingrained, a conqueror amongst them strode forth with the aura of a king, destined for greatness…” Fate unseen, outraged they'll bleed Hate resounds, as one they'll drown Darkness soars on wingless flight, devouring the daytime light Creeping through the northern haze, intensifying warring ways Reigning down this shadowed form, resurrection god reborn Illusions of a grand empire, mocking this now dead desire