Many moons ago, Isolated in the mountains, A small village once thrived. A primitive tribe Lived in harmony For many generations. But now, the time of reckoning Was upon them all. The long hot days Melted into cold dark nights Nights blurred into day As the darkly splendid underworld Is taking by storm the righteous Surrounded by the cries The sinful force were awakened. Unholy terror is unleashed upon humankind. Terror with a craving for the eternal power Of innocent souls bringing death And destruction to all in its path. A mysterious drought that claimed The once fertile land. Scavengers of the underworld.