Of Splendour...
Hordes Of Yore
" The tides of the world Woven as we decreed The Romulian seed Lives its age of Gold But their covetous greed will bring ruin foretold To us Deities of old They would do well to plead..."
" The tides of the world Woven as we decreed The Romulian seed Lives its age of Gold But their covetous greed will bring ruin foretold To us Deities of old They would do well to plead..."