Cold wet mist drifts across the land as the Hexing Hour draws near and with it comes the foul stench of the sin of "Witchcraft". "Four White Horses" draw the chariot of the Master and under a pale full moon the WARHORDE assembles to kiss the goat and renew their infernal oath of allegiance. None may stand in their way. Human language fails to describe this work of unholy depravity...
