In The Mountains

These are our mountains,

brown spires that pierce the Earth's crust,

where our clans reside.

We are mountaineers,

brigades of rogues so I say,

that raid towns near us.

What is this I see?

A villiage protected vast,

which shall burn tonight.

At the dusk of night,

we stalk like snakes on field mice.

With hundreds of flames.

We attack swiftly.

Burning all in the way of...

our campaign of death.

When the sun rises,

ash and smoke only remain.

Under our mountain,

Peak...