Подготовка Твердокамня - Война за Эбенгард, Cursed Land, DnD Fan Song

The wind over Hardstone smells of gunpowder, rust, and despair. I am the Ashen One, and my Chronicle grows with every drop of blood spilled in this world. From this rocky ledge, I have a clear view of everything. Below, two eras, two unyielding truths, collide. A forest of jagged pikes, peasant shovels, and the blind faith of Ebonheart—against the merciless march of industry and the steel muzzles of the Dark Legion's mortars. Some are ready to die to defend their old world. Others—to kill, to build a new one on its ashes. Who is right? Steel will decide. My task is to open a clean slate. And preserve their songs for eternity. Listen…” You can support the channel’s development here: https://boosty.to/jabaestgaduku/donate My VKontakte group: https://vk.com/owltoadanddungeon Our Telegram channel: t.me/owltoadanddungeon Lyrics: Walls are cut into the cliffs, Our fortress is a monolith! Death asks no questions, The Dark Legion is in a hurry. We surrendered our borders to them, We retreated back, To gather troops in the capital, To save our Ebonheart! There—mortars and muskets, Gunpowder, cannons, and grapeshot. Here—we are clad in chainmail, We took up shield and sword. Mages are few, the steel is dented, The age is heavy and gray. But the soldiers stand in line Before the black enemy darkness! Sulfur will flare at sunset, The ground will groan from the mortars! But blind faith is strong: We will step into death today! A forest of pikes stands on the walls, Defending Ebonheart! Rage boils in our veins, We will not retreat! We dig ditches along the fence, We drag ballistas up. There is no other reward for us, If only to survive in the darkness. Blistered hands ache, Volunteers from the peasantry. Tomorrow they will bury us in the earth, Or their tyrant will fall! We sharpen our pikes, we set up stakes, Washing the blood from our axes. We have forgotten the expanse, We await the attack of the dead! The commander shouts: "Don't bend! "Let us rise, brothers, like granite!" Let the enemies rush at us, The solid stone will stand firm! Do you hear? Their drums beat. Do you see the flashes in the distance? Soon the battering rams will go into battle, Our lives hang in the balance. Let the mortars pound the towers, Let them bring fire and hell! We will fight back fearlessly, Defending Ebonheart! The brimstone will flare at sunset, The mortars will groan from the earth! But blind faith is strong: We will step into death today! A forest of pikes stands on the walls, Defending Ebonheart! Rage boils in our veins, We will not retreat! The first shot thundered into the sky, The earth trembled in horror. No matter how much anger they harbor, We will step into death today! Hard stone will stand! Ebonheart will slay the enemy!