Secrets And Artlessness:

Black king died, our emperor killed him.
The alliance breaking on the sorcerers.
Asthross's name is shouted by all.
Emperor! Your armies hurl on their lands.

In the realm of the somber witches brews this terrible secret.
The creation of a high-powered weapon which will bring them the victory on Ausgoroth.

Victorious on swamps we celebrate the reunion of our lands
It's a bend in all these wars, our triumph is so near
The fall of the black king is just the begining of our march,
Our bloody march!

Far from know their futur agony,
Euphoria pushed the Alliance to its end.

However they lose any caution in the illusion of their superiority
And witches can easily their set a trap and defeat them.

Victorious on swamps we celebrate the reunion of our lands
It's a bend in all these wars, our triumph is so near
The fall of the black king is just the begining of our march,
Our bloody march!

The dark tower's heart mutters at the bottom of a frozen plain as an silent complain
The rustle of the wind is added to the monotonous chant escaping from the impious donjon , while my angel's tears leak
The white eye testifies silently of the avilisante incantation, evil penetrated up to the earth's roots.
This land sanks into the decay, emptied of its own life. The wizards' power increased of this theft.

Even deprived of their Lord, the sorcerers know
gathering the High board to work on new purpose.

Euphoric Ride:

For the first time for ages we advance in enemy ground
Let us take advantage of their suprises
Because their black king died it would seem that he is not
Any more a witch there to defend them

Forced by abrupt geography of the steep region to go to abyss
forming the only corridor towards the withes' capital, the Alliance's armies
Hurl themselves towards an enemies' easily defensible point
The citadel of the eternal complaints: Zath!

We Let us assail these militiamen disrupted
Mercilessly we whould overcome
To the devil the wisdom or the caution
Shall take their capital before the next Moon!

Black Order Wizards, Artifact Blizard:

Retrenched behind the high bulwarks of Zath
Anciant citadel opposing to the barbarians
The wizards are waiting for the alliance's armies
With their new weapon steered on the batlefield.

In Ausgoroth mothers and children
Hope worriedly for the return of their heroes
But the winds brought a thousand warriors' cries
Who by iron and blood are protecting our freedom.

In rocky abyss the alliance faced Zath among which its purple towers,
Tints of Victim's blood which for centuries flowed for the region's control
Bulwarks drew up themselves in circle calling back a bloodthirsty lord
Tightening his long stony arms to receive all his next victims.

The fight raged and the first bulwark was
about to fall so all the strengths of the Alliance
United to supply the effort they've
Grouped together between the stony arms of the Lord.

Heavens were fired with a torrent of destructive energies.
A deafening crash took part in the roarings of the battle.
The pure energy springs from high strengthened donjons, blinding and lightning.
Soon it was all the battlefield which undergoes the infernal fire.

When finally the streams of death stopped,
A penetrating silence settled down, then the smell of corpses.
The slaughter was brief and merciless,
The wizards' artifact had just exterminated the Alliance's proud warriors.

Forgotten Gates:

Heavens are covered by a red veil, thick and nauseous mist
Which floats in the sights. Moonlight
Reveals a vision of death. Thousands corpses sprinkle the plain
And the stony Lord dominate this (...)

Slaughter - One survivor raised from this hell field
Asthross - Was alone in front of his check

In the darkness of night the fallen emperor's
Glance was lost on his dead warriors
And he couldn't moove when their souls left corpses' flesh
Poor starving gost hunter of life.

Terror - seized the ancient hero's spirit.
The fury of the damned - Splet his soul before he couldn't run
It petrified his body - bewilded by the icy contact.
The dead tried to devour his mind - His face was deformed by madness

Which was formely - so pround - It's changed as an empty and lost mask
Now weakness - kept his mind - He's not more than himself's shade.

Eaten away by ceaseless shouts of his
Appealing warriors who seemed to him unbearable,
He ran away by climbing cliffs and during
Weeks he walked without faith or aim, he was like a dead.

Weakness was oozing by skin's pores,
Material and palpable.
Evil impregnated these lands
And perceived this useful point.

In the desert surrounding Zath,
Evil was sealed formely.

Demons' armies had soiled this earth
And evil eat away at it,
Penetrating into the emperor's
Spirit to treat him as a doll.

He was allowed litle by litle
by lustful one appearance.

He flooded his sorrow in decay,
didn't wish to master desires
Madness and vice were allowed him
to lead him to the forgotten (...) gates!


Abandoned by mental streght - He was allowed to be treated
Eager to satisfy pleasure - He carries out some dark bloody rites
He unknew their purpose - He was waiting for the promise.
Blindly and the spirit full of fantasies - He waited that we offer him his reward.


So were again opened the portals
Which our ancestor have closed by their blood.

Now that he was useless hell's creatures
Freed Asthross's mind. They didn't
Even to kill this man who was
Not more than an empty carcass.

It was only half aware that the deprived lord
Noticed that he had offered to devil his world.

A stream of chaos passed by the opened portals,
Troop of terrifying creatures stemming from the underworld.

Crawling until the outside, Asthross
Became aware of his madness.
In front of him would soon draw up
Itself a bastion of evil strengths.

This breaker of horrors springs so impulsively
As the foundations of the ancient temple collapsed.

Asthross's Destiny:

An agony's breath seized the spirit
Of our Heroe while all the demonic troops rode.

Heavens already covered themselves
With a veil of ash the darkness re-hang
Themselves on our beloved Earth,
The darkest era had began.

Darkest era begins!

Awoke in older temple

To watch this terrible sight
Asthross is the witness of abyssal ride
Ausgoroth's people heard the whisper of defeat
But not the futur blast of torment!

The Breaking Chaos's Waves:

A wave of death arrives - scattering the destruction.
The troops of gaps are tasting - In the human blood.
A wave of death arrives - scattering the destruction.
The troops of gaps are tasting - In the human blood.

The devils leave behind them only barren lands.
Demon's steps are like suffers's effect on fields.
They shave our cities, nothing can ever bloom
Under this stain, exepted hate and death.

In front of their power even the most courageous are tempted to flee.
Each demon is equivalent to ten soldiers trained and equipped.
Our cities' walls don't resist a long time the attack of these hords.
It is as if a wave of fire destroyed without being reduced.

A wave of death arrives - scattering the destruction.
The troops of gaps are tasting - In the human blood.
A wave of death arrives - scattering the destruction.
The troops of gaps are tasting - In the human blood.

Their is no means to overcome these evil creatures
By facing them - One can find only death!
The hope east left and from now on all will take refuge
In the capital - Offering our lands even to these hords!

On a side like other of the border,
The demons break and destroy the Earth.
Now it's against an enemy more terrible
Than all than the two kingdoms fight, again!

From the women whom they capture evil creatures are born.
Their rows are only enlarging the end of our world is close.