The gods are gone and the end is coming.
The holy angel smiled and raised the cold machine gun high. Her wings are black.
The noble elves sang, and behind them were countless sharp
The blade. Her voice was hoarse.
This is never-ending war and strife!
This is the dark age that never sleeps!
What do we, the dying people, take...
Come and protect your home!
Intention: To live or to die