Storm of Damnation (Intro) - Bathory

The snow covered plains

Early dawn

As the village greets a new day, the old crow cries atop the pine

Spiritually bounded with nature and all creatures, great and small, the

Hunting families sense danger as the cry of the old crow continues

A rumble, at first loud enough to a human ear, grows into a deafening storm

Of hooves thundering across the frozen tundra. Then bursts into the

Village, four times five riders clad in in armour black. Swords drawn

Glimmering int the awakening sun’s light. Cries echoes. Throats are slit

Beautiful bodies fall to the frozen ground and limbs of able men are stewn

Across the snowcovered plains. The blood colours the white snow red. Women

And children are brought far north. Hidden under the foliage of a majestic

Tree, a ten year-old boy. When the shadows ahorse can no longer be heard

He crawls out from his hideout to seek his loved ones. Not a sound. Not a

Movement. No sign of life…

And thus begins the saga of Blood On Ice…