The Order -

Raised as nobles, learned the skills of the fight

Trained in magic, and divine second sight

Preacher warriors, riding hard to the east

Thirsty broadswords for the neck of the beast.

Years of searching, through arcane texts of old

Gave them insight and these powers they hold

One desire, to ascend their own state

Rising higher, to be held down by fate.

War hardened stallions they ride

Fire and steel by their side

Swords make the rules as they sing

Not the will of a king

Red Skies they scream out their name.

Lands have fallen, kingdoms plunged in the black

No contender matched their vicious attack

Their desire to be equal to gods

Brought the fire, only nemesis holds.