"HOLY ****!"
Cruzh was 100% right about the sound.
For it was not the souls of those who feel brave,
In the wind, came a distant thunder, echoing amongst trees,
Felt on the skin of foes and smelt by the dogs of war,
Heroin and kin approach the final front.
"HOLY ****!"
Cruzh was 100% right about the sound.