[B] Blood[/B], a Naersan Childrens' Nursery Rhyme
 
The demons' wail in inferno’s depths,
As restraining chains are shattered,
The Pitted souls in their abodes,
then broke free and scattered.
Upon the crust war wages on,
Between the red and gold,
Neither side gains any ground,
As nations and men grow old.
 
The LichLords rise in wild power,
and slay all who oppose,
the Chaos reigns in tainted glory,
always their power grows.
Arcane fades, weak and dim,
but never does it fail,
the gods walk on Tiien again,
looking for Savior's sail.