The Serpent Strikes At Sunstone Hill - Part I

Night falls upon the golden hill

A thousand years ago
Before the majestic kingdom of Karan
Was overthrown by the armies of Chaos
One fortress remained undefeated
A bastion of hope
Guided by strength and an iron will
And a symbol of perseverance of this once so glorious realm
Sunstone - the golden hill under the morning Sun
If Sunstone would fall
All the splendour of Karan would fall to ruin
And be forgotten in all ages the would follow

As the last day in the history of Karan slowly came to an end
The Serpent Army, Choas' elite forces
Had finished preparations and was ready for an all out onslaught
A storm that would vanquish all remains of the Sunstone Keep
And the last of Karan's brave people

The light shall shine
We will arise
Take heart, now fight
Ride north this night'

The Gods have forsaken us!
Karan will kneel to Chaos and death
As the Serpent has been unleashed
Their horror bestowed upon our keep shall leave none alive
What carnage unfolds when the city is breached?

Sunstone is lost
For our walls cannot hold
They shall be taken down and will crumble to dust
As our guards are crushed
By endless waves of Chaos' legions
Rushing relentlessly into the city
Of all of Karan's proud folk
We are the last ones to fall
Vet fall we will

And the stom that rises takes the heart of many
Yet the bravest and the boldest unite
Determined to see another dawn for the kingdom of Karan

(The captain of the guard proudly rallies his men)
" Guards of Sunstone, here we stand
A thousand men strong
Awaiting the inevitable assault that will rock the foundations of the earth
Watching over the woods
Below from our fortress proudly standing on top of this hill
Not once has this castle been taken
Though many wars have been waged upon her walls
And a tenfold of sieges she has seen
The glory has always been in favour of us
Our battles have brought naught
But bitter defeat to our foes
Yet knowing that the forest will not reveal
What spawns under her cloak
Nor reveal the plans of the Serpent Army
That lurk behind every fir and root

The foes of our keep, our glory and pride
Hidden well within, ready to strike

A winter Moon concealed, darkest of all nights
The serpent at our gates, we are abandoned from the light

We remain vigilant, with the eyes of a hawk to watch over us
We are the last of Karan
We will stand and fight
We will not yield to thy foe
To arms!