Blackwoods in the night, harsh wind along with cold rain. In abscentia of any living souls in the vicinity and thousands of miles from the place.

With one knee down and helmet off, tears in the eyes and flame of billions of sparkles on the icy silver blade, the words raise over and across:

'Dargaard, the eternal victory will be brought back to you! To you, your towers, your dungeons and walls! The sun will shine bright and there will be no more defeat! I swear... In signo mortis, in nomine aeterenatis! I swear...'

Current music: Dargaard - 2000 In Nomine Aeternatis - In Signo Mortis
Состояние: repeating...