Beneath the Nightfall

Fear the Athar The scourge of Basileuousa Our godly dagger is intended to conquer From the shadows we rise Apostles of darkness As I carry my divine mission in my body and soul On this night, I aim for the towers to shatter By my hands! The eleventh hour of Rome Beneath the nightfall A bloody orb in the sky Destined to glow The holy flag will be marred in the dirt In the dark of night awakes the moon Then she was lost to sight And a mighty wind arose In an eastbound tide of gold For a thousand years and morе And in legend long beforе Has stood the city walls In the dream of Osman's hoard The ghosts of the bygone legends Have risen from ages of slumber To witness a new world rise with dawn Nos vincent Dii somus deorum Venerunt ab inferno

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 08, 2026