Adventure, Wander, Dreams

Lament for all those Lost

We remember only the Lords that fall.
Now we will cry for the unnamed.
Those who did not rule this domain,
But answered when the Lord did call
And who fought on before they dd fall.

Many were lost and many did fall.
Not just our lords, tall and fair
Also the warriors with nothing to spare.
Many widows, many children will call
For husbands, for fathers that did fall.

Their calls will never be heard by those they call for.
They are in a land far away from here.
Much too far away to answer or hear.
We morn for them and want to believe the lore.
We long for a to see and touch them once more.

The lords we lost we cry for them too.
They forever hunt and sing in the golden hall.
They walk among their men to did fall.
All of the men are lost and left too soon.
Men that we will morn with lords too.

Many foes we fought and killed.
Their cries were heard with the doom.
Their death hovers over us like gloom.
With sorrow and sadness we are filled,
For those who before the lord were kneeled.

We remember those who we fought beside.
We live to see the flowers grow again
On the land the dead did defend.
We watch the widows and children try to hide,
The sorrow we all feel inside.

Many we lost and many we saw fall.
Many a warriors that did despair
Before they launched into battle bare.
Many wives and many children will call,
For the ones we did watch fall.

Fall before our evil foes and evil wills.
They fell before the end was seen.
Before the light became keen.
They fought on with very good skill
And fell before the hill.

Now we cry for those we lost.
Not just the Kings and lords of old,
Who did their best to keep this hold.
Now we cry for those that we lost.
We cry for the battle won at such a cost.