Severed heads and dismembered bodies are the men’s offering,
Blood the libation men pour upon the ground.
The wails of women and the groans of the dying are the sacred music;
Ritual fires are fuelled by the bodies of the fallen dead.
Is there ever justice in the wars of men?
From the Winter’s shoulders the Light are flying
No more shall they counsel him.
Instead it is the Night he shall welcome.
He shall lose the very essence
Betrayed and betraying,
Suffering in the branches of the Pattern
Until he welcomes Light once more…
The Ashes of Hatred put to flight by the Death
Gallops from across the realm.
Join shall the power of Night and the Dawn
And together they shall face the Hatred that seek dominance
The Light of Death shall battle the Shadow from the Dark
And Night shall linger.
One killing another
Arising in its turn to feed upon the Cursed Land.
Blood of all of them shall feed the earth,
And the blood of all of them shall mingle,
Till no man can say who is the enemy
Till no man can say what is good or evil
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