Quick is the word; steady is the action

They came from the hills By the hundreds of thousands they swarmed They marched in the shroud of the eve Their flags raised high Leaving nothing but tears in their wake Mauling the weak, no mercy...

This night brings with it glory, these hearts a victory song, these eyes the flames of passion. Watching now, the skies are splitting, drying now the ocean's parch. Cracking now, these lands are...