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.