Herald of Doom

Somewhere in time, somewhere in space, for many, many centuries the equilibrium between good and bad has reigned over the lands supervised by Alean, the planet Goddess. Till one day, when demons managed to concentrate the bad side on the top of the Hill Vorneas, now known as the Hill of Agony, and gave birth to two entities, the mighty and evil emperor Zul’Dahr and Mogrod, the Rotting One... This is where Mallek’s crusade against evil will begin...

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Herald of Doom (Lyrics by AOD) The division begun a long time ago, When the house of Imptacar, Aggressive and in search for more and more power And wealth took over new lands Leaving the choice to the conquered nations Of total annihilation Or forever being a loyal vassal And to fight at their side Till one day their siege of the main Castle of the house of the Silver Cross Was broken by its brotherhood of knights Enormous courage and power. There was a time When the know world was ruled By two almighty houses. Their rivalry would lead both to their end And the doom of other races. As one day, a royal escort of the silver cross, returning to the capital, Was ambushed by a horde of the Imptacar clan, The brave Silver Knights were able to hold off the attacking troops, But when the dragons arrived the opposition was just to strong Both princesses, daughters of the Silver Cross king, Where dragged out of the royal carriage, Raped by the dragon knights And then left to their men And finally left to die. From the siege on this world was divided Into two clans, Many houses, encourage by the bravery Of the Silver Cross Decided to ally against the Imptacar. For them, the only way to preserve Partially freedom And hope for better days. There was a time When the know world was ruled By two almighty houses. Their rivalry would lead both to their end And the doom of other races. In the most sinister slaughter of all times, Leaving every single one of them To die a second death In the Ancient Battle of Zuljin.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Imptacar (Lyrics by AOD) They came from the swamps, In the woods over the mountains The Imptacar, Giants of nature. Agile and swift, Embittered and hardened By the tough life in the jungle. They're all dressed up and protected With these strange thick, Scaly and leather armours. Strike, fight, and kill! For the glory of their kind! They were resolute to rule over this world They came from the swamps, In the woods over the mountains... Strike, fight, and kill! For the glory of their kind! Your only choice is to serve or to die From all their pillaging, They collected enough gold To buy from the dwarves The best war machinery And their loyal services. They made a pact with the dragons: In exchange for the constant supply of humans high in the mountains They could mount them and thus forming Flying deadly squads. Run! Run for your life! The Imptacar are approaching! One by one, Houses and kingdoms, all over the country, laying on the path of the Imptacar Were forced to surrender, Those, who had opposed strongly were simply obliterated, Others were put into slavery and conscripted in their army for battle, In a new quest. Nothing could stop them, But then one day, While they were laying siege to another big castle They got surprised by the furiosity and bravery Of the silver knights and the elfish archers In the their last desperate brake out And for the first time the Imptacar were forced back.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Silver Cross Brotherhood (Lyrics by AOD) Near the great waterfall, The magnificent castle Of the brotherhood of the Silver Cross Was a place of shelter. It was a place of happiness, It was a place of cure, It was a place of hope, In dark days of despair. Famous were their parties At the court of the king With ale for all Flowing copiously! The knights of the Silver Cross Were the best of their kind . Wielding with pride and honour Their shields and swords... To War! To War! Once and for all, We will finish off the Imptacar race! Who have devastated our lands, And made flow way too much precious blood. For many years now They were at war With the Imptacar oppressor Ever since they broke the siege. Many other houses, And Kingdoms and tribes, Have joined the Silver Cross In their quest and battle. Hoping to escape The menace and the cruelty of the leather knights And their dragons. And then finally united, Driving the Imptacar back To where they came from. To War! To War! Once and for all, We will finish off the Imptacar race! Who have devastated our lands, And made flow way too much precious blood. Oh my beloved king, I'm afraid I have very bad news to announce: The escort of your daughters has been ambushed By an Imptacar horde, They were quite numerous, And many of them died By the hand of your loyal knights. However, the opposition seemed overwhelming And all of them have perished Trying to protect The valuable life of both your daughters. Their tainted and lifeless bodies Were found just a little further away From this battlefield...

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Dwarves (Lyrics by AOD) Deep inside the entrails Of the Burning Mountains Thousands of dwarves working grim. In the suffocating heat Brought by the boiling blood Coming from the Depths of the Earth. They are forging the steel In the red viscous and strengthening fire Cooling it down in the ice cold crystal water Leaking from Mountain's top. Their only obsessions: The possession of tons of gold. Taking up the orders, From the armies of the world, Preparing the strongest armoury, Forging the sharpest swords and axes. And so they became The magicians of steel. Their war machinery Sophisticated, huge and threatening Ready for the mass destruction Of whatever army, village or town. Putting on their armours Getting their handmade weapons Preparing their terrifying And heavy machinery Ready to rip off the flesh Of the bodies of the enemy. Cruel, Violent, Fearless. For countless generations The Dwarves learned the secrets of steel. They learned the art of war Making of them powerful allies On the battlefields. For large amounts of gold They can be hired To slay down everything on their way Putting on their armours Getting their handmade weapons Preparing their terrifying And heavy machinery Ready to rip off the flesh Of the bodies of the enemy. Cruel, Violent, Fearless. Little is their size, But magnificent is their strength and perseverance

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Dragons (Lyrics by Philippe Gandibleu) In the north of the island In the country of the Dragonlords In the kingdom of Snowland Leaded by a rough king. His name was Grymir Ambitious and fierce On the back of his dragon, He used to travel all over... One day the terrifying king was approached By a messenger from the Imptacar kingdom Who came to propose him an alliance: To attack the Silver Cross Castle. The Army from the north Coming from Snowland Country of dragons, Lost behind the mountain range. In a Night of full moon, A pact was signed. The forces of Snowland will join The Imptacar's troops To destroy their enemy. A frightening army of barbarians Straddling their proud dragons Enormous masses of blood and fire Fast and agile like swallows. A troop of impressive warriors Armed by heavy double axes And covered by thick coats The dragons eager for human flesh.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Elves (Lyrics by Philippe Gandibleu) In the enchanted forest, A gathering of the ancient elves. In the large council room Rumours of an imminent war. His face was ageless and wise, His hair was dark as shadows, His grey eyes were bright, The old king Alrond. The old king Alrond. Sitting on his wooden throne He was reading the manuscript Brought by a flying messenger An eagle from the nordic peaks Alrond : "We have to run to Silvercastle To help our secular allies To fight against the evil aggressors And send them back to their lands." At dawn, the very next day Thousands of elves riding unicorns Armed with bows and swords Were leaving their forest of Bocelia. His face was ageless and wise, His hair was dark as shadows. His face was ageless and wise His grey eyes were bright. His face was ageless and wise, His hair was dark as shadows. The old king Alrond. The old king Alrond. The old king Alrond.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

An Army of Skeletons (Lyrics by Philippe Gandibleu) He was a famous wizard At the court of the Silvercross. His magic powerful. His name was Astrabal. He looks tall and slim. His eyes were like embers. He wore a long white beard And a roomy purple robe. That's an old story The legend of the Tar Desert An ancient cemetery In a place of stones and dust. That's a very old tale The Legend of the Tar Desert Ancient burials In a place of stones and dust. A violent battle in a plain An army of loyal knights Against the dark cohort From the empire of Tyra. The evil horde was too strong The braves couldn't resist so long And all of them perished In a lake of blood. He was a famous wizard At the court of the Silvercross. His magic powerful. His name was Astrabal. He knew the black spell To restore them to life. A long sinister procession. A proud army of skeletons!!!

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

The Final Battle (Lyrics by Philippe Gandibleu) The evil armies were at the gatehouse, Nordic barbarians and massive dragons. Impressive troops of roaring warriors. Dwarves coming from the Burning Mountains. Bludgeon strokes and double axes, Sharp daggers and heavy swords And the fearsome dragon's fire. Terrifying hordes armed to their teeth. Behind crenulated walls, The green elves from Bocelia, The loyal Silvercross army And the magician Astrabal. Archers in narrow loopholes. Soldiers with forked poles, Fire pots filled with burning tar, Scalding water and burning sand. At the Siege of the stronghold They were waiting for a sign, The eclipse of the holy moon, To attack in the darkest of nights. At the stroke of midnight, A frightening howling could be heard All around the fortified walls The fierce battle could begin!!! There was no moat to protect The castle against the huge siege engines. The Imptacar advanced Massive machinery To destroy the strong gates. They are waiting for the sign An eclipse of the holy moon. To attack in the darkest of nights. An eclipse of the holy moon, In the darkest of nights. A myriad of arrows rained down On the gigantic attackers While the courageous soldiers pushed off the ladders and dropped rocks. Redoubtable warriors mounted on dragons Started flying above the frightened defenders Some of them were burned alive. Smell of scorched human flesh. Signs of despair and terror A general panic. To counter these violent attacks, Astrabal threw a huge fireball That reached the head of a dragon, Killing him straight away. In the meantime, A mysterious army Furiously attacked the invaders. Dreadful skeletons Had been brought back to life By an ancient spell. Armed by rusted swords and axes Protected by old worn shields They were invincible and powerful Thanks to the mighty magic of the wizard. They are waiting for the sign An eclipse of the holy moon. To attack in the darkest of nights. An eclipse of the holy moon, In the darkest of nights. The battle ended up in a total carnage. Blood and fire everywhere. An eclipse of the holy moon To attack in the darkest of nights They were waiting for the Sign An eclipse of the holy moon In the darkest of nights. Spurts of dark red blood Torn off limbs flying Dismemberment and decapitation Pieces of corpses all around. The castle got annihilated. Only a few survived the battle. All clans and species destroyed. Only Death being triumphant.

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