Bloodthorn - Scarred Lands
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The night all winds were still
And silence lay weighty on the soil
By a water sat a voiceless man
Alone by this moonlit mirror.
He looked to the horizon
With a mournful heart
In remembrance of what had been.
Still he could sense the smoke
Of the countless pyres by the shore.
He let his hand caress 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.
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