When shadow of war lay upon the land.
Even the wise heart would see no end.
Standing upon the shore, watching the tide.
Knowing that death is not far behind.
When the great had fallen and warriors had failed.
When demon of shadow and fire are free.
When illness of anger lingers in the air.
The brave and the generous had turned to greed.
The darkness of night has defeated the sun.
Standing on the mountain peak watching the dawn,
But warmth and light would never come.
Thus the world sings its final song.