The night all winds were still
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And silence lay weightly on the soil
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By a water sat a voiceless man
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Alone by the moonlit mirror
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He looked to the horizon with a mournful heart
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In remembrance of what had been
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Still he could sence the smoke
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Of the countless pyres by the stone
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He let his hands carees the black ground
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Among this urn's' dark ashes lies memories of past times hidden
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Ruins of the times gone by
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Once all this was his...
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His name had been carved in stone
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His image bore into battle
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But his men were defeated
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And his temple burned...
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This mournful man keep silent
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For the faith in him is gone
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And the land he fought to defend
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Has withered in his abscense
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But still some hearts burn with rage
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For the desecration of this land
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Some praise his name at night,
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Some hail his image high...
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And the man knows:
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No lost battle will be forgotten
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In this timeless war
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His name had been carved in stone
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His image bore into battle
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But his men were defeated
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And his temple burned...
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This mournful man keep silent
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For the faith in him is gone
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And the land he fought to defend
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Has withered in his abscense
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Scarred Lands
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Bloodthorn |