They came from the swamps,
In the woods over the mountains
The Imptacar,
Giants of nature.
Agile and swift,
Embittered and hardened
By the tough life in the jungle.
They�re all dressed up and protected
With these strange thick,
Scaly and leather armours.
Strike, fight, and kill!
For the glory of their kind!
They were resolute to rule over this world
They came from the swamps,
In the woods over the mountains�
Strike, fight, and kill!
For the glory of their kind!
Your only choice is to serve or to die�
From all their pillaging,
They collected enough gold
To buy from the dwarves
The best war machinery
And their loyal services.
They made a pact with the dragons:
In exchange for the constant supply of humans high in the mountains
They could mount them and thus forming
Flying deadly squads.
Run! Run for your life!
The Imptacar are approaching!
One by one,
Houses and kingdoms,
all over the country,
laying on the path of the Imptacar
Were forced to surrender,
Those, who had opposed strongly were simply obliterated,
Others were put into slavery and conscripted in their army for battle,
In a new quest.
Nothing could stop them,
But then one day,
While they were laying siege to another big castle
They got surprised by the furiosity and bravery
Of the silver knights and the elfish archers
In the their last desperate brake out
And for the first time the Imptacar were forced back.
