hard to tell, but I hope it doesn't stay Potential danger, awaits us all Before it's over, how many more will fall? Can we escape the distant thunder
gold The Round Table met, and chose me to find you A chalenge is all you've been told I wait alone, no armour to shield me The thunder slows to a fade
our legend be written! Give the word! Raze Gul-Kothoth to the ground! [The Imperial War-Skalds:] An age of fire, sword and shield, The thunder of the
