An Earthen Lament - Pythia

She knew right from the very start

She was destined for his love

A weaver of peace

Between the warring factions of her heart

Still her hopes had turned to ash

As brother turned against brother in a foreign land

Though he’d sworn to be there always

Death stole his love from her

In the darkness, she’ll stay

Far from home lies her fate

Such a desperate lament she cries

'Neath the wooded grove

The ancient earth-hall

With a curse on her lips, and a sigh

Judgment came, though she’d done no wrong

But be truthful to her heart

Still the people cried that she’d

Brought war and death upon them

Destined to dwell beneath the dirt

Trapped in endless halls of stone until her dying day

Though he swore to show her honor

He cast her into the dust

So she swore to haunt his nightmares

Torment him until the end

'Til he comes to her

Leads her soul from this world

With a kiss on her lips, and a sigh