Another Lordaeron song

...Because any excuse is good for rhyming.

For years, rainy plagues drench this kingdom of old In her barren hills the lights no longer shine The royal halls hollow, the banners grow mold No hope to be found under her silver pines. The people were scattered, and each to his own Sought forgiveness, or refuge, south of the Dam With prayer or with zeal, a tear or a moan They yearned, and let go of that country twice-damned. Where the buildings still burn they will set foot no more For memories burn worse than flames, deep at night; And scattered they fell, for no kingdom will soar With its knights far away, bearing no hope alight. But times are a-changing; and gathering round Were the knights and the squires, taking the line; Obligation, defiance, are once again crowned – This crown might be bloody, but this blood – it's mine.