Legacy - Ascendant

In ancient times

A child was chosen

He was the youngest of brothers

Chosen and anointed

Raised to be King

Him, the legend,

The slayer of goliath

Troubled times

Presented by the treasures

Of this World

He was a king

With reverence

And a King of Human measures

In spite of absence

From the giver of life

The treacherous king

The wounded soldier

He welcomed and dressed

In robes of white

Embedded in the future

We must ask our selves

How will we contribute?

Kept in his legion he remains

Fights side by side

With thousands of his kind

With all of us

This is the legend

Reminding us

How we are chosen

That we are most loved

This is the legacy

Of all who fought before

Of all our brothers

That are no more