The Ancient Realm

For too long fear was buried in their heads as a gloomy shadow. The will to live was eradicated deep inside. They had already forgotten to rise against injustice. And so his words sounded like in ancient times. Dying on your feet, instead of living o

Clouds of smoke are rising up to the skies. They extinguish their fires and stride along into the night. For the time has come to face injustice. Side by side, with swords ready to fight. And the nightly gale is blowing in their faces. Beyond the val

A black stripe at the horizon like a thunderstorm. Slowly but unstoppable it approaches, the army of darkness. Fear spreads across the faces, they call them the lawless. The henchmen of evil, the henchmen of evil. The hoof-beats resound down the hill