Alfacar is a historic town approximately 8 kilometres (5.0 mi) from the city of Granada, in the autonomous Spanish region of Andalucia. In the 2005 census, INE reported its population as 5107 inhabitants. The town is on the edge of the Sierra de Huétor Natural Park and is in a region of intensive olive production. The town is 920 metres (3,020 ft) above sea level, but the local fossil record contains marine molluscs that show the profound geological forces that have shaped the region.
The area has been occupied by humans since prehistory. A very important neolithic site - la Barranca de Las Majolicas - is within the town, and human remains, decorated ceramics, and bone tools and ornaments have been found there. Between 711 and 1492, most of Spain was governed by a series of Muslim dynasties and monarchs. We do not fully understand the origins of the name Alfacar, but in this era the Arabic name "al-Fajjar" (´the house of the potter´) was first applied to the settlement. The town was a summer retreat for the Muslim Zirite kings (1010-1090). There are few visible architectural relics from this time. The Arabs adapted the Fuente Grande to channel its waters to Granada, and the old heart of the town retains the structure of an Arab settlement.
With swords held high
We march into battlefield
With the gods on our side
Our steel shall break through their shields
And then when they die, we will feed
On their eyes and the souls that we need
To become the strongest there is
We will fight 'till Wendigo is fed
Like a beast, he is lurking
Hungry for flesh
Once he was human
But now he is death
We have to feed
the belly of sin
To conquer the wold
With the strength to win
In a band of blood
We will fight for eternity
In the hall of the gods
We will live in prosperity
And then when our foes have been killed
We will feed until hunger is filled
To become the strongest there is
We will fight 'till Wendigo is fed
Torn by my sword, the enemy is weak
He lies by my feet, like a creep
I feed on his eyes, and I feed on his heart
And all that is he, becomes me
In the grace of my gods
I will drink of their blood
And become all that they were
I will feel what they felt
I will see what they saw