Mhaldor (Bardic)

By: Valeria Posted on: August 24, 2005

City of echoes
Echoes of screams of torment
Of the clash and din of former battles
Echoes of chants in praise of evil
Of the serpent's hiss as he nocks an arrow
Of the slash of the dark knight's sword
Of the whispered curse of the demon lords
Of the crack of bone from the mind-reavers

City of iron
Iron tempered to steel in its warrior's swords
Iron in the souls of those who serve evil's will
Unyielding, unfaltering, uncompromising
Black iron paving sulphurous city streets
Black iron filling the citizens' hearts
Iron strength, iron resolve, iron allegiance
To the Lord of the Seven Truths

City of blood
Blood staining the spiralling city streets
Blood of intruders and defenders alike, spilled
At the forbidding gates of Sartan's city
Blood and grime, sanctified and sacred
Surging from the veins of the willing sacrifice
Shining red on the warriors' dancing blades
Seeping through the city like a river of crimson fire

City of evil
Its very walls strengthened by evil's power
Its very stones resounding with His footsteps
Its very people driven by a ceaseless will
To seek perfection through pain and cruelty
To rise above weakness and to destroy it
To endure, to defy, and never to forgive
Such are the ideals of Sapience's scourge

City of dominion
Dominion within the heart of evil
Uniting the citizens into a weapon of war
A dagger to thrust into an enemy's throat
Dominion of a continent's fear and hate
Teaching a world to bow before evil's wrath
A whirlwind of malice cloaked in stealth
Dominion over others on the path to greatness.