Oh, noble gathering,
I pray you, heed my words
For it is true the dire time\'s at hand
I feel the shadow forming o\'er the land
Celestial forces glorious and grand
Prepare to decide the fate of Atys.

Too many priceless things were given gratis:
The spawning portals, travel gates and more.
The Gods came down and taught us their lore.
We thought it will be so for evermore?
But Nay! For every gift you have to pay!
The final choices must be made today.

Today the homins from all lands and clans
The faithful followers of Karavan
Are present here, the time is drawing near.
The moment comes to witness and to hear
The ones who shape the fate of hominkind.
We\'ll be no longer ignorant and blind...

So hear all: Ma-duk has set to grind
Our future down!
Our dreams and hopes will drown
In ghastly goo!
But Jena comes to you to lend a hand,
To set your fears at rest.
You are but fledglings of the Atys nest:
Naive and weak, not knowing how to fly...

I hear questions: some are asking Why!
Why should we raise a sword on brother homin?
Is it his fault that demons set upon him
And warped his mind and made him lust for blood?
Why trample down a friendship into mud
If our friend has been deceived, misled?
Just yesterday together fought and bled.
And if one died - the other surely sped
To rez him...
Now... We\'ll have to kill instead?

My fellow homins, choice is never easy
There\'re but two deities, and for whatever reason
You must decide, must choose your friend and foe.
So take your swords and amps cause off we go!
Let Atys tremble like not once before...

We go to war!

Oh yes, WE GO TO WAR!!!

Komissar a warrior poet from Order of the Nameless guild. Guilds official bard.