09-28-2016, 02:35 AM
DE -> RA
Curses of blasphemy,
wails of agony,
O' the exuberant
duties of the hells.
Ranger King, o' my friend,
let us converse and
decide who art' shall kneel
before our great power.
I grow tired, and
anxious of our fate,
this land is so hostile,
ruin may await.
My brother, let us take
up our arms, defend
our fortunes, and put down
all opposition.
Let us unite, under one
banner, sift through the
scourges and hordes to claim
our bountiful prize.
What do you say?
Tomag Ironfist
First Apostle of the Seven Hells
Curses of blasphemy,
wails of agony,
O' the exuberant
duties of the hells.
Ranger King, o' my friend,
let us converse and
decide who art' shall kneel
before our great power.
I grow tired, and
anxious of our fate,
this land is so hostile,
ruin may await.
My brother, let us take
up our arms, defend
our fortunes, and put down
all opposition.
Let us unite, under one
banner, sift through the
scourges and hordes to claim
our bountiful prize.
What do you say?
Tomag Ironfist
First Apostle of the Seven Hells