Just a dry wind and sunny day entered the hearts of three riders of vengeance wandering the ways to express the desires of their hearts. They raised their swords and sang when heading for the clouds of death. Step by step settling the caves won they improved their skills for the fights among the underground gangs of the local shadows. Three legends arose, carved by a strong and mighty hand in the stone sheets placed at their feet. The opuses "Black Death, Revelation a Viper" were the symphonies of dreams of their battle started in the Tavern of Vratimov in September 995. Their first war was won and finished with the sound of flourish. A little conflict happened in June 995 when celebrating the summer solstice, bells and flutes sounded at the sunset, the animals fell quiet and all of that overwhelmed the peaceful landscape accompanied by silence and shadows standing still - the instruments of anger and inner dreams turned in the melodies of sound, that was the first battle.

It was then that another warrior came to stand on their side, he himself with a rammer started giving the tempo of their power and speed of their anger and revenge. Just a little was spread of that power and will to show everyone why they came and what their aim was, the desire remained and spread on. For numerous years they remained left alone, each dwelling in their own thoughts. There was no force to drive them back, separated they were and only the firm chain of friendship held their relation, the time of return was about to arrive.

And so it was: the sun darkened and the power came out of the underworld. The black clouds encircled the Moravian scene, after the preparations a battle roar burst, led by the two ancient fighters with fireswords in hands. They headed their way through the din and their names were cited in following legends describing the lacklustre life without death. Only paraphrases telling of inner states of fighters‘ souls. Only the souls were the sparks of hope in the great war against all. In the search for their hearts they invited back one of the original three and other two sharp swords topped the line-up; together with the great force of the ancient aeons they started the fight in new dimensions.

The new found ways, powers and fight changed into the poetry of time that reached the fantastic realms of Sealathia; and there exclusively their minds and faces anchored. That is where further wars for the freedom of kings against the evil tricks of black powers took place. These legends and songs depicted the scenes of their minds and hearts. Each age is the part of these lives and you shall let yourselves be driven towards them where t he fight for love and honour never stops.

The peaceful souls are sleeping, their dreams are interwoven in the melodies of time. The souls of warriors have got through suffering and loss. Where shall they look for the strong brothers, where shall they search for souls which will take up the sword and suppress the Evil and dark clouds of the age? Now the brotherhood of the night is back, strong as never before, it fixes its eyes on distant fancies and sings monumental epopee. They will hold on thanks to their belief in power, far stronger than Perun´s lightning, and we will listen to their heroic deeds.