"Born is the Hammer, one of three
To strike the door, and Farick's free
Not ill Nitaar, not Albrunn's spire
Can stand against The Armor of Ire."
From the west I hear the riders of Tarsul have gone into the north, they join Haiklan in war. Let both rise up to meet my army, they are battle-starved and I promised them feast upon two nations blood
For I am not to be crossed
I command the Guards of Lourn
I am The Hammer
In the south Kynara forms her ranks 8000 strong, to meet the demon priests of ill Nitaar. I've warned them once I am The Hammer, they are like glowing iron. No sorcery can force the Pyre Forge!
I am not to be crossed
I command the Guards of Lourn
I am The Hammer
Over the peaks frost-bitten riders of Tarsul have come. Haiklan has joined them at their own demise. Farick, I ask my steel is tempered true andarmor-strong, I've forged our brands in rites of Pyre Forge
I am not to be crossed
I command the Guards of Lourn
I am The Hammer