Through the withered vines of a rotting forest the ruins of the old world lay untouched for centuries still trapped within time Holding a millennia of decadence and knowledge Holding the key to unlock the future Tattered scrolls written in peasants blood a time where nobility ruled with an iron fist Glory for the strong Death for the weak Through the walls of stone in a chamber of lost hope not touched by the light lies the path to our fate Our destiny Our calling To the blacker future we create