Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Arcebispo: Anthea

Bispos: Niko e Stroud

Packs

- Cuervos Sangrientos

Ductus: De La Cruz

Priest:

- Ouija

Ductus: 7 Brasas

Priest: 7 Cruzes

- Storm Crows

Ductus: Erika Stein

Priest: Alesia