Everlasting Torment

In an age of mystery where knowledge is shared through steel. Ancient lands of sorcery carved out by ice and stone. Spirits of unknown evil conjure in the realm. Dripping from the ashes of a dying sun.

Black rain falls from the northern hills, awakened by the screams of the winds. Drawn to the steeple, a figure in black, striking at the heathen bells. Cascading fog, shrouded in crimson, enchanted elixir of fear. Forces of the arcane lunar dawn.

Led to the forge in the cave of serxion, spellbind to the boundless horror. Shackled & chained to your visions of power, nightmare of eternal ruin. Crafting the slaughter, utensils of war, enslaved to your masters eyes, the silent execution of your mind.