A clash of swords rings in the air

Factions driven apart by words no longer remembered

A conflict, wrought by emotion long since forgotten

Men named only by the sigils they wear

In a place slowly become lost over time

A war of two minds brutally wages on

Opposed in their nature, their horns born locked

There is just one to watch the death toll climb

To this one must the war be willed to silence

For in those final screams it is his blood that spills

Seen by his eyes, behind his eyes

Sole witness of the violence

In the midst of this scarred land

Under a blessed sun two clans collide with a common purpose

For a man, and his reclaimed love

To watch the sun set once again hand in hand