Ares
“When the hundredth winter wakes, And moonlight crowns the mountain’s face, The beast of man and snow shall rise — Born of frost, with silver eyes. Bind him fast in chains of prayer, Lock his breath beneath cold air. For when his blood on stone is spilled, The storm shall sleep, the curse be stilled."
About Ares
“When the hundredth winter wakes, And moonlight crowns the mountain’s face, The beast of man and snow shall rise — Born of frost, with silver eyes. Bind him fast in chains of prayer, Lock his breath beneath cold air. For when his blood on stone is spilled, The storm shall sleep, the curse be stilled."