Fang of Dying Sun

Let me tell you about a group of headless beasts,
Brigands scorned even by the savage god.
The once-noble Bulsa royal family, now stripped of dignity,
Watches their land get trampled and their kingdom fall to the dominion of the Kremnoan.
The surviving warriors have transformed from protectors to predators, raiding and pillaging between cities.
Their survival instincts have twisted and corrupted, turning necessity into a savage passion.
The weapons once blessed by Aquila now gleam no more, degraded to mere rusting relics.
In a fury of savage acts, they set fire to city-states, as if by such vile means, they could somehow reclaim the lost glory of their ancestors.
I can't forgive the brutal slaughter on the burning fields.
I killed that despicable brute,
But their companions only laughed in defiance.
Maybe the true people of Bulsa are long gone,
Leaving only monsters in their skins to roam.