Apprentice Of Legend
Two millennia before brought the age of peace
Evil bound to the west in its agonizing defeat

Under the cold dark sky of the enchanted black
History brought to legend the fate of the miksa

An omen ghosting in the night as shadows crawling in the depths

Lord Andrus Kalgan
In the halls of Midreal:

A noble old soul who sits in watch
Under the powers of Lord Kurne
The black skies spread, the yyslan army grows
But left, pearched on throne, to wait.

In him the evil grows,
The blood of the dark Lord pulses through his

Old Raven Court
Shadows claim the eroded stone
Truth yet be seen in the caliginous alley
No truth exists
Only lies

Where no sane dare to dwell
Following the same dark path
Trailing the Lord of the yyslan
Satan, father of the darkness

Kept from the weak

Primeval Oath Broken
At the end of the great war the evil inhaled its last breath. The sake of honor proved victorious in the hall of Three Cities Council. Touching the heart of Midreal, the citizens witnessed the signing of an oath. The blood of man sealed the fate of Kelevara and the begin

The Enchanted Dark
Fardrum is struck once more
Chaotic solace spreads across the scape
Green hill tops turn to vast wasteland
Stench of evil menace thickens the air
From rot of the rat
To Decay of the man
The darkness consumes all life
Coating over the Plains of F