Friday 3 December 2010

The Tale Of…

- I will leave you alone someday,
My flesh is meant to become dirt,
For me there is no other way,
I must return where I came from.

- Then I shall take this journey too,
I want to share your destiny,
If there’s a place you’re going to,
I’m offering my company.

- You have to follow your own fate,
I can not tie your life to mine,
Your kind leaves to another plane,
My kind accepts – we have to die.

- I’d rather live an year with you,
Than live a thousand years without,
I followed fate for far too long,
Now I should follow my own heart.

- Then it’s together, hand in hand,
We live in two, we die in two.

- Yes, it’s together, hand in hand,
We live in two, we die in two.

Thursday 2 December 2010

A Greater War

City to clothe the hill in white,
Protector for the kingdom’s might,
A guardian to watch the fields,
Now just a witness to be killed.

You cannot see the ground from fight,
It used to be all green and bright,
All blackened now by enemies,
And marked with blood and misery,

On giant beasts they clean their way,
On war machines they come today,
Each one of us fights ten of them,
Weakened by fear and low morale.

This war destroys the strongest minds,
And kills the strongest of our sons,
Something so little set the way,
For greater wars, put peace astray.



And they emerged throughout the trees,
Entering war on noble steeds,
To fight the battle of their lives,
The king, his men, ride side by side.

A shadow whispers death inside,
The one true leader of the nine,
This one cannot be killed by man,
But by two hands of different kind,

The army of the cursed arrives,
An oath since they were all alive,
Reclaim their honor once again,
They came into the human’s aid.

The guardian is almost dead,
The strongest gone, the son is saved,
The time for reconstruction comes,
Revive the witness from the ground.

Wednesday 1 December 2010

Battle Of Osgiliath

The fog of war begins to change,
A red horizon marks our end,
The enemy attacks with rage,
In rain and mud we face our death.

A creature circles in the sky,
Just like a raven circles prey,
In waves of doom it screams and flies,
Preparing to attack I’d say,

There is a power that attracts.
Closer and closer they will come,
Driven by hunger and by chants,
Driven by hunger for the One.

The rocks are flying even more,
Precision gain with every flight,
Destroying buildings I adore,
The Host of Stars will never shine.



The mounted champion of the South,
Black armor shields his forceful chest,
The second of the Steward’s sons,
The blood of courage fills his veins.

Blade welcomes blade to spark and thrill,
In force and energy they fight,
Clenching their hands around the hilts,
Thrusting each time even more might.

A poisoned arrow leaves the bow,
A steady hand, an eager eye,
To send a soul into unknown,
Before it was his time to die.

The Host of Stars is falling down,
In dust and pieces of its walls,
In shame we have to turn around,
Retreating to some greater wars.

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