Setian Massacre

Screaming in agony, cries fill the air. Eyes once full of hope shedding tears of despair. All that they’ve ever known is dead! Fire reigns from above, iron birds of dread. All that they ever loved is dead. All that they ever dreamt is dead! Yet there’s a glint of hope if the chosen can survive, in secret the ten thousand hide. East in the mountains the chosen bide their time. The Clouding, our strike on mankind! Temples are burning, streets soaked with blood. Heed the prophecy, destiny is done. All that they ever loved is dead, all that they ever dreamt is dead. Yet there’s a glint of hope if the chosen can survive, in secret the ten thousand hide. East in the mountains the chosen bide their time. The Clouding, our strike on mankind!