Wojciech 
Ulthuan – ziemia światła, dumy i honoru. Wysokie Elfy od wieków stoją na straży porządku, piękna i tradycji. Ich rody słyną z niezłomności i poświęcenia, a imiona bohaterów wyryte są w marmurze wieczności. Ale nawet wśród tak szlachetnego ludu… zdarzają się cienie. Zdrady. Pęknięcia w lśniącym pancerzu dumy.
Tym razem przenosimy się do serca Ulthuanu, gdzie szlachetność, duma i honor Wysokich Elfów zderzają się z najbardziej bolesnym grzechem – zdradą brata na bracie. 🎭
Nowa piosenka „🎸 THE HIGH BETRAYAL” to rockowa ballada inspirowana opowiadaniem „Bratobójcza walka” Grahama McNeilla. Historia Eldaina i Caelira pokazuje, że nawet wśród elfiej arystokracji, gdzie blask Feniksa wyznacza drogę, a każdy czyn opiera się na tradycji i honorze – może narodzić się cień, który roztrzaska braterskie więzi.
⚔️ Dwaj bracia, jedna miłość, jedna zdrada.
🔥 Zemsta, płonące porty Naggaroth i echo imienia, którego nikt już nie chce wymawiać.
🎶 Wysokie Elfy walczą z dumą, ale ten utwór pokazuje, jak łatwo szlachetny ród może zostać zbrukany zdradą i milczeniem.
To nie tylko historia bitwy, to opowieść o utraconym zaufaniu, o imieniu wymazanym z kronik i o bólu, którego nie zagłuszą nawet hymny Ulthuanu.
🎸 THE HIGH BETRAYAL
Rockowa ballada o zemście, chwale i zdradzie w sercu Ulthuanu.
🎶 [Verse I ]
They rode from blessed Ulthuan’s light,
Two brothers born of phoenix right.
Caelir, bold, with fire-scarred hand,
And Eldain, first of noble strand.
Their blades had sung in noble wars,
But now they swore a cause far more—
Not to defend, but to defile,
To strike the heart of Druchii guile.
🔥 [Chours ]
This is the High Betrayal,
Not from foe, but from a friend.
Where honour drowned in silence,
And trust met bitter end.
The sons of Avelorn turned the tide—
But one would burn, and one would ride.
In Naggaroth, where darkness swelled…
A brother fought. A brother fell.
⚔️ [Verse II ]
By moonless night, their ships made shore,
Past watchful eyes and daemon roar.
High Elves struck with wrathful grace—
They burned the port, they left no trace.
The Druchii reeled in cold surprise,
As flaming death fell from the skies.
Through bolt and blade, they carved a path,
To breach the Ark, to feed their wrath.
🐉 [Bridge]
Two sea-beasts bound by witchling chain,
Were pierced with steel, they screamed in pain.
One monster broke, the other died—
As arks were torn and towers cried.
The fortress groaned, the docks collapsed—
And blood like rivers filled the cracks.
🩸 [Chours]
This is the High Betrayal,
Not in shadow, but in flame.
Where hero left his brother
And never spoke his name.
Caelir fell, his steed was slain—
He reached through fire, he cried in pain.
„Brother!” rang out through the smoke…
But only hoofbeats broke that oath.
🎶 [Verse III ]
The Elven host fled through the dark,
With ruins blazing from the Ark.
Eldain rode with gaze like stone,
But in his heart he rode alone.
He passed the men who called in vain—
„Where is Caelir? Where’s the flame?”
He did not weep. He did not kneel.
He whispered, cold: “He did not heal.”
🔥 [Chours ]
This was the High Betrayal,
In the land of noble lore.
Where brothers fought as legends…
But returned as less—or more.
The port still burns in memory’s sea,
But Ulthuan whispers quietly:
„We do not speak of what befell…
But a High Elf left his kin in hell.”
🎭
And now the towers shine like glass,
But one name’s gone from ancient brass.
No statue raised, no mourning bell…
For one High Elf who fought…
And fell.
