Dawn of the Forgotten

There once was a legend of a being in long past

With the might of the gods, but a heart frail as glass

Many a folk had once gathered, many a voice in their praise

Catching wind to the hillside, the king's blood a blaze

For their might was far certain, like flame of a beast

So the king sent his armies, and they fled to the east

To kill upon prey, from father to son

Until their might had lost favor, to no longer run

Trapped in a cage, they were sent across sea

To die in the waves, to die in what's free

Until fear wakes the memory that the night glimmers a star

A star of long past, singing a name we call Almar

To rise from the ashes, to a world set a blaze

To strike fear in our hearts, until none stands but praise