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.

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.

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.

New Weapons

You can feel this night is restless,
Their feet are rustling the ground,
The air quakes, reverberates,
They bring our defenses down.

Ten thousand voices shouting war,
Our whispering silent, unseen.
We have just kids to fight for us,
They brought at fight another breed.

The fortress screams in plain despair,
While ladders escalade the walls.
The gate is forced – battering ram,
They use a culvert as a door.

He holds a flaming torch in hand,
And so they make a way for him,
To scar the fortress even more,
With blasting-fire that he brings.

…

The horn now sings our offence,
We cut our way through enemies,
And on the hill we see our friends,
And we can feel the victory!

Corrupted

This old man that sits on his throne,
His blank eyes share no more wisdom,
Like a figure turned into stone,
He no longer rules his kingdom.

His mind attached to vibrant strings,
The puppeteer of the king,
Pushes and pulls and takes and brings,
The king is blind, he cannot see.

Imprisoned by the filthy worm,
And the corruption gives him form,
Contained into a separate world,
He lives his life without control.

To speak a word in someone’s name,
Your kingdom falls but you restrain
Your thoughts into a sordid game,
Replacing your honor with shame.

What spell brings clouds inside your head?
What storm brings rain atop your land?
Who’s stopping you to move your hand?
Who took your place and leads instead?

Swimming Ghosts

Mesmerized I touch the surface.
My fingertips emerge in cold.
I lust to touch that vivid face
That shivers me in every bone.

A million faces watching me,
Inviting me to join their land.
They sing a song of harmony,
Calling, inciting to descend.

I fight a presence I don’t feel.
I can’t seem control myself.
Something is forcing me to kneel,
And touch the water with my hand.

Spirits of the long forgotten,
Ever swimming in this marshes,
Wandering without a pattern,
Till their bodies become ashes.

Where are they now?
Who’s guiding them?
Who wears the blame?
Who’s tricking them?

I find myself among the ghosts,
They pull me to the bottom now.
I feel their breath, I am so close,
I plunged into the end somehow.

Redeemed

My weakness made me feel remorse.
I vainly knocked at opened doors.
A man described only by flaws;
All good I’ve done eclipsed by worse.

I came to realize at last
Life rises slow but falls so fast.
Your feet might walk a field of grass
That ends someplace in pure contrast.

I fight my real enemies,
Those in my head, those in my eyes,
Protect my friends for future lies,
I raise my sword once more to fight.

Pressure is filling up my chest,
These wounds can’t stop me clean my past.
I find my life in reddish dusk,
No clouds to give the sun a mask.

I’ve blown the horn, but who’s to come?
There are more threads to overcome.
I’m not alone, I have my arms,
And little friends, I meant no harm.

It rains with arrows from the sky!

Gravity makes me bend my knees,
And pulls me down near a tree,
And life escapes my dying heart,
And planted arrows tear me apart.

Awakened

Fly! Don’t you dare to look behind!
A demon from the deep draws near!
Awakened from his mystic sleep,
It bursts his way to induce fear.

Frenzy of shadow and darkness,
Extended wings from wall to wall,
A growl of rage and agony
Brings fire in the giant hall,

Black, hard skin and a devil’s tail,
It speaks in quakes that shake the ground,
Its claws could tear apart the stone,
It wears two horns stead of a crown.

A gap between us must be placed,
Hole in the bridge to fall within;
Armed with a whip, it grabbed my leg
And dragged me down to fall within.

Fly! Don’t you dare to look behind!
This fight cannot be fought by you!
Don’t cry for me, I will return,
But now I have to fight this foe.