The sky shall turn impenetrable dark. It will be the clouds of ravens welcomed by a corpses' smell.
Who shall let the deads be left behind? It's gonna be us! Our horses will be riding the blood colored grass, our arms shall be dark of the weaklings' insides.
If you are not with us - you are against the cruel winds of eternity, against your ancestors, against your Gods! Be with the horde, be the part of it unlike being a weak individual.
Join us, live with us, die with us, create with us, destroy with us!