Of the Dark Empire
From Brimstone to Greenmoon,
A trail of blood and sweat.
Deeds done not late, not soon.
For they left us where we are at.
From these ashes we raise
Our banners once more
To face this new phase
We will add to our lore.
We have lost our Emperor...
His wife and his heir.
But we still have his daughter
And our lack of fear.
And so none can say
We bite less than we bark;
I will rush right away...
And keep you in the...
... dark...
- Gartheiz; Mouth of the Empire, preacher of Dakkru, poet and card reader.