tauronimo
Lord of Altera
From within the Sorrows, a light shines.
A beacon against the evil that is seeping through the land.
Behold,
Chapel Mallor
Prayeth thou do not tradeth my
Sanctuary,
Fore His blessing is thine,
And my walls His.
Deep within the Sorrows, a Holy Chapel has been raised. Nothing is known with regards to who lives there, works there or preaches there, but one thing is for certain:
The wicked will find no solace here.
A beacon against the evil that is seeping through the land.
Behold,
Chapel Mallor
Prayeth thou do not tradeth my
Sanctuary,
Fore His blessing is thine,
And my walls His.
Deep within the Sorrows, a Holy Chapel has been raised. Nothing is known with regards to who lives there, works there or preaches there, but one thing is for certain:
The wicked will find no solace here.