:As giant wings, fashioned from the flesh of the fallen,

exerted their will to secure beast and rider's course in twilight's sky

so the once placid night was disturbed.

In legion they came with only instinct as guide spurred ever forward

by an all-consuming hunger.

A hunger so old that the truth in its origin was forgot,

and so it came to pass:



In a land far, far from the source, far from the light

Order decayed, decay wore away the immortal pride

Realize the nature deprived

Wanting the system has failed

Willful the inner self

Guiding where free flows the life

In a scene, already seen, a pact is made

[And] Gathering men, yet not wholly men, a break is made

Fledglings at a time they were with few

Centuries between and likewise treated in place

But now in mass exodus the willful

Depart leaving the Noachian ways to rot

The ancient fools were left to rot!

A world with many fruits yet bared and many more in prime

To pull apart the pulpy flesh and sip from what's inside

In ecstasy the warmth within is felt by sallow hands

Which mold an all to willing flesh entranced by feral eyes

Journey's end in lands once verboten,

By Crimson Might the precept was broken

From the skies yet more descend and swoop upon the tithe

For as Lords and Ladies this must surely be their prize

A glint of Mistress in their blades before they find their mark

And in the wake of frenzy's end the sated now depart

Silhouettes on ancient walls await the coming of nightfall

where shadows pale as one

As one blade with many wills with ceremonies end the nature reveals

The need for the piercing blows - an opiate to the night

By the Scarlet Lust Within the new found world will fall

In a land far, far from