[ WP ] Magic is discovered and it 's channeled with music . Modern nations dissolve and new countries rise in their place divided by the preferred music . In the frozen north lie the Metal kingdoms . Far to the south are the countries of Soul etc .

They did not understand. 
 
 Maybe they never will. 
 
 Metal did not have to be just a cold black wasteland everyone from the other factions imagined. 
 
 Though cold, though the sun only shone with ephemeral light, 
 The hearts of our people are not all dark. 
 
 The metal we play sings of our people 
 
 Of our gods who protected us from the harsh nature of our lands. 
 Of places the music can take us, 
 Beyond the dimensions of our primary reality. 
 
 It is our everything. 
 Not just our hate, not just our sorrow. 
 It is the passion of love, of life, of fire unending, 
 The deep red flames beneath our darkened eyes and pale skin. 
 
 The darkness you `` see'' is not empty, but it is not to be feared. 
 Our strife breeds hatred, like any faction. 
 However, hatred would not exist without kindness, without something to weigh against its force. 
 
 Our lands may be harsher, crueler than the lives those of the Pop, Country and EDM factions, yes. 
 That does not mean we are unable to feel, unable to measure life beyond the death and pain we are perceived to bring. 
 
 You do not hear all of our stories, you do not deign to care. 
 You will not listen of our white palaces, of the sanguine glaciers that protect us from the unending wind from the deepest north. 
 
 We have not all fallen, not given our souls to the deepest of hells. 
 We are human, just as you, just as the people that surround you. 
 
 Or eyes and hearts are cold, because you do not care to pierce them. 

