Come from ancient civilizations of millenar centuries  Menhir keeps it's full magic power through the ages  Under the banner of the stone, don't fear the spellbound of the sorcerer  Vortex of sorrow can't touch your soul  Machiavelic artifact of the wizards never worried him    Under the mountains    Near the altar of wisdom, await the mystical oracle that consecrates the   Chosen one.  The village acclaims a new god with pipes and horns.    Made of meteorits and starfires, the rocks illuminate the citadel with   Hyperboreal light  But the times of armageddon are coming  The wrath of the black horde has begun  Once he's mastering the art of the ancient wisdom no one can touch him  The constellations of Aldebaran and Antares are now shining