Ogres marching from the
mountains;
Wolf-shades riding cross
the plain;
Pounders thudding on
like thunder;
The North is rising up
again!
See the Black Breath
spread like poison,
Creeping o’er the land
like death.
The Dark Lord works his
will against us!
We can feel his rising
wrath.
Gammoth’s children, drop
your plowshares;
Time to take the sword
in hand.
Humans, Ghamen, brave
and noble,
With your Morgish
brothers stand.
From the cities, from
the forests,
From the fields and from
the sea,
Come and stand against
the darkness.
We remain alive and free!
Dark magic cannot stand
against us;
Vile legions cannot stem
our tide.
They cannot bear our
righteous anger;
Evil has no place to
hide.
We shall not stop, we
shall not falter,
Until this darkness
purged away
No more stains the land
of Forlan.
Golden shines the dawn
of day!
-May 31, 2026
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