اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
They wait; polished armor and helm in place
Great swords gleaming; humming with bloodlust
The air is thick with malice and spite
As the warriors make their stand
Demigods of darkness and light
Line the plain of towers
Carrions circle and hellhounds pace
Eager for immortal flesh
This is where fate is decided
This is the island of forgotten destiny
What is to come? Heaven or hell?
Who will shape the world?
The sun will rise on this battleground
With no one left alive.
