Nightfall - He Polic Ealo (odious)

(Dedicated to all those brave ones, betrayed by leaving the Grand
Civilization in the hands of a fake God; the Byzantine empire.)

Riders cross the raging firetongues
As the cannons shot the grandstone
The ghost of past is here to stay
And the kingdome will surrounding with visions
Of the empire, it's failing, by blood and fire
Bloodbath; as heads falling with no voice
The war knight is here, risen from the mountains across