A sacrament in black and white a blood red sun sinks deep beneath the sea to rise again and on the next day it becomes that pitch black skyline we know
our shore. Then here he raised Old England's flag, The standard of the brave; With all her faults we love her still, "Brittannia
Eastern Kingdoms since high summer the preceding year. Empowering her troops with great sorceries, she had s een all opposition fall before the ravening swords of her
