Cast out from the lands of their births. Banished from hearth and home. All brothers must swear the oath. Forsaking all they've ever known. . Those who choose to take the black.
She waits sits astride. Mountains tall and wide. Serpent of earth writhes. Between glacial things. . Holy nectar Flowing from celestial teat. Lips of blood and fire gorging on the sacred feast.
Waiting for dawn on the snow-covered tundra. Your foes lying dead at your feet. Look to the sky for a good star to guide you. And pray that the morning you'll meet.
Great peril awaits us beyond the Black River. Summoned by the beating of drums. Our number is few and our errand is dire. We do what must be done. . At the bidding of the high priest.