Denizens of sylvan places. hidden from the eyes of man,. courtesans with sylph-like graces. dancing to the pipes of Pan -. that echoed through the ether.
Soldiers of fortune,. Kings of Hades,. In our quest for power unite,. Black messiahs,. Devastation angels,. Gird our loins. Prepare to fight. . With weapons drawn in anger,.
Alone he sits. A vanquished Lord upon an oaken throne,. Presiding o'er this conflict. That chills him to the bone,. For each tarnished blade that festers.