Scarred Lands - Bloodthorn

The night all winds were still

And silence lay weightly on the soil

By a water sat a voiceless man

Alone by the moonlit mirror

He looked to the horizon with a mournful heart

In remembrance of what had been

Still he could sence the smoke

Of the countless pyres by the stone

He let his hands carees the black ground

Among this urn’s' dark ashes lies memories of past times hidden

Ruins of the times gone by

Once all this was his…

His name had been carved in stone

His image bore into battle

But his men were defeated

And his temple burned…

This mournful man keep silent

For the faith in him is gone

And the land he fought to defend

Has withered in his abscense

But still some hearts burn with rage

For the desecration of this land

Some praise his name at night

Some hail his image high…

And the man knows:

No lost battle will be forgotten

In this timeless war

His name had been carved in stone

His image bore into battle

But his men were defeated

And his temple burned…

This mournful man keep silent

For the faith in him is gone

And the land he fought to defend

Has withered in his abscense